E-arly Saturday morning
L-ets you wake up from slumber;
I-t's a beautiful dawn,
S-haring the warm fresh
A-ir.
D-ark shadows disappear,
E-leventh March daybreak;
M-irth of your birth
I-s erasing the heartache.
L-et the dusk fade away,
L-et the twilight end;
O-pen your eyes to beacon, he's always there to ascend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem