It is neither a flask, nor a pitcher, nor a measure of wine; only the glance has colored the gathering of women.

This profound couplet speaks to the overwhelming power of beauty and attraction. The poet argues that the splendor of any gathering (bazm) is not dependent on physical luxuries—be it wine, ornate jugs, or expensive chalices. Instead, the entire atmosphere, the vibrancy, and the color are breathed into existence solely by the captivating glance (nigaah) of the beloved. It’s a powerful statement on how pure emotion transcends material wealth.