R-ise of the beacon begins
O-n seventeenth November;
S-unlight starts to shine,
E-nding the eyes' slumber.
N-ew dawn has broken,
D-ark shadows fade away;
O-pen air welcomes the warmth brought by the nice day.
B-ehold the beautiful morn
U-nderneath the wide lane;
E-ventide is nowhere in sight,
N-o more crying in the rain.
A-s the night says good-bye
V-ile weather does the same;
E-very drop of a lonely tear
N-ever brings a bit of fame.
T-ry to smile at the trouble,
U-ntil the beaming of the blue sky;
R-each the switch to turn off the light,
A-s the night says good-bye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem