I measure and cut, cut and measure
Before nailing I polish and then I fit
In this way for long I hone my skill.
Before my birth I did not know
In a family of carpenter I am going to born
This is surely what you may call my fate or luck
I am not at all ashamed of being son of a carpenter
Nor I hesitate to tell you unequivocally
Luck always prevails over skill in a duel fight.
In a low esteem I may born still I am a man
And enjoy every right to call myself a reasonable artist
But in a duel fight might always prevails over my right.
Yet I never abandon or retreat in fear
In the battle field I confront with all my might
But Alas! In a duel fight over might luck always prevails.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anarae InLakech Silverwillow- - - - This would make a fabulous song, it sings in my ears.