L-et another day break,
I-n fifth morn December;
Z-enith awaits the dawn,
A-s the twilight is over.
P-ouring rain disappears,
A-fter the long cold night;
S-hadows have faded,
T-ime for pure delight.
R-ugged wind and haze
A-re brought to oblivion;
N-ew beacon is rising
A-bove the long horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem