R-ays above bathe your heart,
O-ctober eleventh morn;
N-ew dawn has just broken
A-t the day when you were born.
L-et the beacon bathe your heart,
Y-our mind, soul, and spirit too;
N-ight chill has disappeared into the dark, gray and blue.
R-adiant glows that shine
A-re making a fresh fine start;
N-either dusk nor twilight,
A-llow the sun to bathe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem