M-onday sixteenth January
A-ims to bring warm light;
L-ong night's chill is over,
A-s the sun sets things aright.
N-ew morn has broken,
I-t's a beautiful birthday;
E-vening dusk has vanished, as the twilight fades away.
D-on't let the beacon hide,
O-utside the sky is clear;
N-ever mind the darkness,
A-s the shadows disappear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem