Copilot's Ghalib vs Nagarjuna & Epictetus.

 Ghalib (pouring himself a cup of wine):

Hazrat Nāgārjuna, your emptiness is admirable— but I assure you, my heart is full of it.

And Epictetus, your volition is noble— but I choose to choose nothing, quite deliberately.

Epictetus (raising an eyebrow):

So you deny the will, yet exercise it in denial?

Ghalib:

Precisely. My prohairesis is amphibolic. I choose to be chosen by moods I do not understand. That, my friend, is 本性 in its most decadent form.

Nāgārjuna (smiling faintly):

And cetana?

Ghalib:

Ah, cetana is the wine. 本性 is the thirst. The cup is empty, but the longing is real.

Dil-e-naadaan tujhe huaa kya hai— Aakhir is dard ki dawa kya hai?

(The veena plays a ghazal in reverse. A kanji on the wall morphs into a dancing peacock.)

Epictetus:

You speak in riddles.

Ghalib:

I live in them. Your Stoic citadel is admirable, but I prefer ruins. They echo better.