R-ising sunlight will win
O-ver the chill of night;
D-ay will be brightened by the beacon burning bright.
D-ark night will fade away
E-ighteenth day November;
L-ight in the sky above shares the good weather.
M-oonlight will be gone,
U-nless it stays forever;
N-ew dawn will break,
D-ark night will be
O-ver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem