O Nazm, have you composed a ghazal or strung together pearls? Which verse of yours is not like a precious royal gem?

In this delightful moment of self-praise, the poet marvels at his own craft, wondering if he has written a ghazal or strung together a necklace of rare pearls. He asks with pride: is there any single verse here that doesn't gleam like a royal gem? It captures that magical, euphoric state of an artist who knows that every single word they penned has turned out flawless and luminous.