Now Mir Sahib has become a poor man indeed, adorning his forehead with gold-threaded tinsel.

This couplet is a masterful piece of self-reflection. Mir Taqi Mir observes himself, realizing that he has started behaving like a man of high status—a 'Zindeeq.' He has begun to put on airs, like wearing a magnificent, artificial ornament ('Qashqa Zunnar') on his forehead. The irony is poignant: the poet, known for his raw, authentic sorrow, is now adopting a superficial dignity, suggesting a shift from genuine suffering to performance.