J-ust let Thursday pass,
A-s it turns into another day;
S-un has begun to rise,
M-ist and haze fade away.
I-t's a beautiful Friday,
N-ew dawn begins to break;
E-venfall has disappeared, no chance for dusk to take.
C-old chill and raindrops
A-re turning into fine weather;
N-ight shadow has vanished
I-nto the deepest slumber.
C-herish the fresh morn,
O-n sixteenth December;
S-avor the sweetest taste,
A-nother birthday to remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem