Ancient of days
So the philosophers says
He is the way
A driver say
He is the conerstone
The bricklayers declared
Creating the world alone
With no one He shared
Carvers knows him
The tree of life
Bakers called him
The bread of life
To the pupils; good teacher
Living water to mariner
His name
Shall I proclaim
With no shame
I shall make known His fame
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I would like to translate this poem
Sir Faeo, a big thank you I must say You made me realise I'm oon the way