It is futile to take pride in one's indifference or self-sufficiency, for no one knows what tomorrow may bring; only God knows what fate awaits all these possessions or this very head (life).
The poet gently reminds us of the sheer futility of pride and aloof indifference, pointing out how completely uncertain tomorrow is. Who can tell what will become of our worldly possessions, or even this proud head carrying them, when fate turns? It is a poignant meditation on mortality, urging us to let go of arrogance in a life that can change in a single breath.
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