J-ust let the Friday come,
E-rasing the Thursday night;
A-llow the new dawn break,
N-o more lonely twilight.
M-orn March seventeenth
E-ndorses not the gray;
N-either dusk nor dark
D-elays the light of day.
O-pen your eyes to the sky,
Z-enith meets the beacon;
A-llow your life to go on, walk the bright horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem