If the moral censor breaks the wine-flask this time, swords will be drawn against him; then watch how the blood of the revellers too will flow like tulip-red wine.

Here, the poet issues a passionate, fearless challenge to the 'mohtasib'—the censor or moral authority who tries to police human joy and free thought. The poet warns that pushing the free-spirited lovers too far will ignite fierce rebellion, but the real magic lies in the imagery of martyrdom. Even if the seekers are slain, their blood will simply flow as fragrant, tulip-red wine, showing that no amount of oppression can ever stamp out the essence of passion and freedom.