N-ight shadows have turned
I-nto a light of day;
C-old chill starts to warm
A-fter the rain has gone away.
D-ay fourteen early morn,
U-nder the month of April;
Y-our birth brings much mirth,
O-ne brand
N-ew thrill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem