What is there to ask about the self-delusion of these dear friends? Even humiliation itself feels ashamed to be associated with these people of noble descent.

Here, Ghalib takes a delightfully sharp, satirical jab at the hollow pride of high-born elites who are utterly blind to their own fall. Their self-delusion is so profound that the poet quips even disgrace itself feels too embarrassed to keep them company. It is a brilliant, mocking portrait of unearned privilege, where real dignity has vanished, leaving behind only the comic absurdity of inherited vanity.