V-ile weather turns fine,
E-arly Tuesday March twenty-one;
N-o huge waves in the sea;
E-ven rivers calmly
R-un.
D-awn has just broken, bringing warmth to the day;
E-vening shadows are gone, twilight and dusk fade away.
A-fter the moon has left,
S-un has begun to rise;
I-nclement clime is over,
S-torm passes from eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem