I have learned the way of humility in the tavern; as long as my head remains, a prostration of gratitude will remain with me.

In the mystical world of ghazals, the tavern is far more than a drinking house—it is a sacred school of divine love where one's pride and ego completely dissolve. The poet reflects on how this realm of spiritual surrender taught him authentic humility, something worldly rituals often fail to impart. Having tasted this inner grace, his heart is so filled with devotion that as long as his head rests on his shoulders, it will remain bowed in perpetual gratitude.