N-ight chill is about over,
O-ne beacon warms the cold wind;
R-ise of the sun will begin,
I-nclement weather will
E-nd.
N-ew dawn leaves the dusk
O-n twelfth November light;
N-ever let your life be dark,
A-s the day replaces the
N-ight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem