A-fter the Thursday night,
N-ew dawn has broken;
N-either dusk nor twilight decides to remain.
B-eautiful Friday morning,
A-t the start of May five;
L-ights from the beacon
A-re active and alive.
T-housand thrill is brought,
U-nder the sun so bright;
C-omfort is truly felt
A-fter the Thursday
N-ight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem