A-bout ninth September cheer,
N-ight cold chill is gone;
G-ood morning has risen,
E-njoying the break of dawn.
L-et ninth September cheer
Y-our soul, mind and heart;
N-ever think of anxieties, for they will all depart.
B-irthday celebration comes,
U-nder the sky lights appear;
R-adio reporters are talking
A-bout ninth September
C-heer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem