The Shayar says that the sounds of the city are a pleasant stroll now, although his own hair and beard were once just as much like them.

This profound couplet speaks of the bittersweet nature of change. The poet acknowledges that the journey of life, or the journey of voices (art/expression), is now blessed and moving forward. However, the second line is a poignant lament. He contrasts the current state with a glorious past, symbolized by his once magnificent beard and hair, suggesting a loss of former stature, beauty, or influence.