The nightingale has no complaint against the gardener or the hunter, for being imprisoned during the spring season was written in its destiny.

This couplet captures a poignant and quiet surrender to fate. Spring is traditionally the season of freedom, blooming roses, and joyful song, yet precisely in this moment of celebration, the nightingale finds itself trapped in a cage. Rather than resenting the hunter who set the trap or the gardener who stood by, it gracefully accepts the tragedy—reflecting how some heartbreaks are so deeply woven into our destiny that blaming the outside world becomes meaningless.