J-ust let the beacon rise,
E-ighteenth day of February;
N-ight cold chill has faded,
N-ew dawn breaks with glee.
I-nclement weather is gone,
F-ine clime comes at last;
E-arly morn makes it better,
R-eplacing the dusk that has passed.
D-ark clouds have turned
I-nto a blue sky with light;
Z-estful event goes on,
O-bliterating the cold
N-ight.
N-ever wane in the faith,
A-bound in spiritual fervor;
Z-eal for hope and love lets you be eager even more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem