It is not the fault of the reed, straw bush or the pen (made out of the same to prescribe this fate for me). Fates are preordained and inscribed at a place where the human arm (to amend them) cannot reach. To whom should I complain (about my fate)? It is Allah Himself who has penned it so.
There befalls not any calamity either on the earth or in your person but it is recorded in the Book before We bring it into being. Verily that is easy for Allah. (22, Al-Hadid).
کہ راست کند صورت مائی ومنی کہ بشکند طلسم جانی و تنی
کسی نیست کہ استاد قضا را گوید ایں بہر چہ سازی و چرامی شکنی
(Khayam)
Fate would oft raise the forms of 'I' and 'Mine',
Then break the body, blow the life in fine,
But who can dare interrogate the Sorcerer,
If juggling thus behoves the hand Divine.

I blame not the reed or the pen,
What was destined, none could erase,
Whom to complain, when all this was ordained?

It was not the fault of knife, reed* or pen,
Fate is writ a place, which is beyond reach,
To whom can one complain? It is all doing of fate.