M-ist and haze Friday
A-re both nowhere in sight;
Y-our birthday has come, after the Thursday night.
A-s you tread on the horizon,
Q-uit not despite the raindrop;
U-se the sixth January chance
I-n shining at sunup.
N-ever mind the hardship, heartaches soon will end;
O-pen your eyes and see the beacon beginning to ascend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem