If Dagh is of ill conduct or character, then let him be; after all, out of every hundred slaves, one inevitably turns out bad.

In this delightfully witty couplet, Daagh Dehlvi brushes off societal gossip about his questionable reputation with a shrug and a grin. He envisions his beloved as royalty surrounded by a hundred devoted slaves, playfully excusing his own wild, unruly nature as just the one bad apple in the bunch. It is a masterclass in poetic self-deprecation, where his flaws become just another charming proof of his surrender in love.