G-ray cloud March fourteenth
I-s turning into white;
N-ew dawn Tuesday breaks,
G-iving both warmth and light.
R-ising sun has bathed
Y-our mind and your heart;
M-ist and haze have been
O-bliterated to depart.
N-o more fog floating,
T-wilight comes to an end;
E-vening shadows disappear, beacon begins to ascend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem