To The Great Tailor
O the great tailor, the God's unique creation
Let me touch your feet, get your blessing.
Adorned your hands by Him and your endless mission
And whatever you create, to all really pleasing
Tactfull your hands are, I know;
And to make cloths beautifully your vow.
The days are running on, fatefull your existences are
Though you're of mortal beings, your creation will remain forever.