N-ew dawn March twenty-eighth
I-s breaking without delay;
T-uesday morn has broken,
Z-enith meets your birthday.
A-ll shadows disappear,
N-ight raindrops do the same;
T-he sun above the line
I-s burning with flame.
O-bliterate the cold chill,
J-ust let the beacon warm your heart;
O-nce the sky gets blue, mist and fog fall apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem