Friends, such is the situation now that there is no need to blame strangers or foes; we ourselves are turning into our own enemies.

In this couplet, the poet shares an intimate moment of vulnerability with friends, admitting that external rivals ('aghyaar') hardly matter anymore. The real tragedy is an internal one—our own thoughts, regrets, or self-destructive habits have turned against our well-being. It beautifully captures that painful psychological phase where the battle isn't with the outside world, but with oneself.