If the Sufi understands the subtle point that existence is a gathering of mystical music, then these nine bowls of the sky would instantly begin to play like a jal-tarang.

The poet gently nudges the austere Sufi to see existence not as a grim trial, but as an ecstatic assembly of divine music and sacred celebration. In classical cosmology, the heavens were thought to consist of nine concentric spheres—here, the poet imagines them as water-filled porcelain bowls. If one truly catches this mystical secret, the entire cosmos turns into a melodious jal-tarang, chiming with boundless joy and cosmic harmony.