R-esting sun in the eventide
H-as come out from sleeping tight;
O-pening the early morn,
N-ew dawn sets things
A-right
M-oon in the midnight
A-llows the morrow to come;
E-vening stars lend their twinkle to the morning lights so calm.
T-wenty-fifth in the calendar
O-f cold December rain;
R-ise of the newborn infant
R-elieves life's woes and strain.
E-xpression of pure delight is painted in the world's face;
N-ight of loneliness has turned into a day of joy in every place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pure delight is painted............wonderful.........thank u........anjandev roy.