What does it matter if earlier 'Zafar' accepted the favors of intellect, and what difference does it make if now he again bears the obligations of plans and remedies?

Here, Zafar looks back at life with a gentle, weary smile, questioning the true worth of human cleverness and logic. He wonders what difference it made when he relied on cold reason in the past, and what difference it will make now if he once again bends his head to clever plans and schemes. It is a tender reflection on the futility of overthinking, reminding us that some turns of fate and matters of the heart simply lie beyond all human contrivance.