O Naji, my true cupbearer is only the one who, if I die, makes a place for my grave inside the tavern.

Here, Naji expresses a devotion so complete that even death cannot separate him from the tavern. He feels his true Saqi is not just someone who serves wine, but a kindred spirit who understands him deeply enough to lay him to rest where the ecstasy lives on. In ghazal tradition, the tavern is a sacred haven of raw honesty and divine love, making this a tender wish to sleep forever surrounded by the warmth of what gave his soul life.