O Ghalib, you have taken an oath to give up drinking wine, but no reliance can be placed on your oath.

Here, Ghalib turns a gentle, teasing eye upon himself with delightful self-mockery. He has solemnly sworn to give up wine, yet he knows with a knowing smile that no one—not even his own heart—believes such a promise. It is a wonderfully warm confession of human frailty, showing how deeply rooted habits and passions easily outmatch our best moral resolutions.