The preacher speaks this way only because of his inexperience. What could he know of this ecstasy and state—ask him if he has ever even tasted wine?

The poet playfully teases the self-righteous preacher, pointing out that his lectures against wine and passion stem from sheer lack of experience. In the ghazal world, 'wine' is rarely just alcohol; it represents the intoxicating surrender to love and spiritual ecstasy. The speaker asks with a warm smile: how can someone judge a taste they have never lingered over? True wisdom isn't preached from a pedestal—it must be lived and felt in the heart.