Carpenter! O Carpenter! ,
You have no mercy.
Yet you are a great person.
You cut the woods to high energy.
You make goodthing in any season.
Every woods like you cruelty.
Because your works are praise able.
Cutting with your tools feels prosperity.
After being door, window, bed and table.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Essaying the work of a skilled carpenter brings to fore the nuances of his craft. Thanks a lot.
Thank you so much sir.......