B-eacon March twenty-first
U-ses the early Tuesday;
E-vening shadows have vanished,
N-ight chill fades
A-way.
E-nd of the dark night
L-ets the new day begin;
L-ight above the horizon
O-bliterates the violent wind.
R-ugged weather turns fine,
D-usk turns into dawn;
A-fter the twilight time, here comes the beacon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem