S-aturday eighteenth February
A-ims to clear the sky;
R-ed beacon has whitened
A-ll the clouds up
H-igh.
Q-uest for the fine clime,
U-ntil you find the dawn;
I-t's a beautiful day,
N-ight is brought to oblivion.
A-llow the lonely twilight to make a change or shift;
N-ew dawn has let you receive an early birthday gift.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem