J-oyful face sweetly smiles,
A-s it felt a fine weather;
N-ight chill comes to a close,
E-arly twenty-first of September.
M-ay your joyful face
A-llow the sun to rise;
C-oal black clouds above
A-re fading from your eyes.
Y-ou look at the blue sky,
A-ll are in pleasant place;
N-othing brings wrinkles to your joyful face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice and delightful poem about joyful face.
Thanks, Lamar....for such heartwarming comment👍👍👍