P-ouring rain and shadow
A-re nowhere in sight;
Z-enith twenty-fourth January has set everything aright.
G-ray clouds don't gather,
U-nder the Tuesday crimson;
T-he beacon begins to rise
A-bove the clear horizon.
N-ature brings much pleasure to men's minds and souls;
G-ladly enjoy the river beneath the jar falls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem