G-reat beacon has come,
R-ays begin to ascend;
A-fter the twilight is gone,
C-old chill starts to
E-nd.
T-hursday thrills your heart,
U-sing early March second;
P-ouring rain disappears,
P-leasant morn meets the beacon.
A-llow the TV station to broadcast the programs that offer cheer;
L-et the newscasters and anchors consult the audio engineer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem