A-fter the night is gone,
R-ed beacon begins to ascend;
N-ight comes to a close,
I-solated shadows
E-nd.
A-n early Monday morn
L-ets March twenty-seventh shine;
F-rom sunrise to sunset,
E-verything is truly fine.
R-ays above the horizon
E-ndorse the break of dawn;
Z-enith awaits the light, after the night is gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem