O Cupbearer, I swear you by an oath that even in this final round, you must never serve a full cup to those who are thirsty.

Here, the poet makes a striking plea to the cupbearer: even in the final round of the gathering, do not quench the thirst of those who long for wine. In classical poetry, unfulfilled desire (tishnagi) is held in higher esteem than satisfaction, because once thirst is sated, the sacred restlessness of love dies out. The speaker would rather leave the world aching with profound longing than let that divine fire be extinguished by a single cup of comfort.