I have become thoroughly convinced of the engine's vocal prowess, as it hit such a soaring note that the traditional songs of the camel-drivers were completely silenced.

In his signature witty style, the poet contrasts the romance of traditional life with the overwhelming arrival of the industrial age. The camel-drivers' soulful melodies ('hudi'), which had guided weary travelers across deserts for centuries, are instantly drowned out by the shrill whistle and roar of the steam engine. By ironically praising the engine's 'vocal skill', the couplet muses on how mechanical noise has effortlessly silenced the gentle, human rhythms of our past.