H-aze and mist on Monday
A-re both left in the night;
Z-enith remains in the sky,
E-arly morn shares the
L-ight.
M-ake Tuesday third January
A-ble to relieve the pain;
S-orrow and tears disappear,
U-nderneath the blue lane.
E-ver beautiful beacon
L-ets you leave the nook;
A-llowing you to read a poem published in a book.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely done, Bernard...........................