Thus there was poison in the wine jar of the Vendor. But the respectable (i.e. the mature) addicts did not feel any change in the taste while taking the wine. Infact they became tipsy due to intoxication. However one thing was definite. Whoso lost his head due to intoxication was sure to receive an additional cup of wine.
بر سر تربت من با مئے و مطرب بنشیں
تا بہ بویت ز لحد رقص کناں برخیزم
(Hafiz)
Please sit at my grave with wine and a flute so that at your fragrance I should come out dancing.
Note: In this verse as well as those following it in this chapter the poet has progressively assessed the barter value of the Divine wine as under:
a) A cup of wine for the seeker’s head.
b) A small cup of wine for his head;
c) A single sip of wine for his head;
d) A mere taste of wine for his head;
e) Its mere discussion requires readiness for sacrifice of life;
f) Yearning for it is worth martyrdom;
g) Its single drop is inestimable;
In (g) above the poet has reached the climax.
زاں مئی کہ عزیز جان مشتاق است،
یک جرع بصد ہزار جان نتواں یافت

One sip of that wine for which lovers are so keen, can not be had in barter for one thousand lives.
خراباتی شوم مستانہ جامی،
نمی دانم حلالی از حرامی
(Hazrat Bu-Ali Qalandar)
I am beside myself after taking the wine. I am not able to distinguish between what is authorised or prohibited.