In the assembly of meaning, true joy belongs to the one who is intoxicated by the wine of poetry.

The poet paints a charming picture of poetry as fine wine and the realm of deep thought as an enlightened gathering. In this 'assembly of meaning', true bliss and ecstasy belong only to those who are genuinely drunk on the intoxication of verse and eloquence. It is a warm celebration of the power of words, suggesting that art alone offers a pure, soul-stirring delight that ordinary life cannot match.