>≫≫Luck

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.