A-s you wake from slumber,
R-ising beacon brings light;
I-t's a wonderful Tuesday,
E-ver fresh morn is in
S-ight.
P-ouring rain disappears,
O-ne new dawn has broken;
N-o place for dusk and chill,
T-wilight has just hidden.
E-arly sun is burning bright,
J-anuary twenty-fourth day;
O-ne achievement is seen in the cap's frill display.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem