As soon as the wine flask was brought down from the niche, such became the ascetic's state that he abandoned his prostration of gratitude and began to dance.

This couplet is a delightful and witty poke at the pious ascetic whose discipline is only skin-deep. The moment the wine flask is taken down from the shelf, his solemn prayers are instantly forgotten, and he bursts into an ecstatic dance. In true ghazal fashion, the poet exposes how quickly rigid self-righteousness melts away before the irresistible call of joy and earthly temptation.