Carpenter slash!
Hook up your heart my dear baefrom Iceland,
In your watch my hand laid in the armpit like a clown.
The moses vocal in the bush to the lord.
You bug my heart and put it in a lawn.
My heart wax that the cerebral could not hold its weight,
Little talk, carpenter slash on the head,
Why me and what could have been my worth,
That this greatness my life made?
Papa in his heart could not comprehend that ocean gorge from the ray,
In your mercy dear divine let this cup pass me by.
Be far from here you this pot of wine!
Your handmaid is not a drunk but making her request to Him that will make the pay.
Your faith has made you whole,
Go and sin no more.
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I would like to translate this poem