Y-our birthday has come,
E-arly Sunday ninth of April;
L-et the new dawn bring mirth and a thousand thrill.
F-ill your heart with warmth,
E-vening chill fades away;
L-et the twilight turn
I-nto a fresh break of day.
Z-enith up in the sky
A-waits the sun in the south;
R-ise of the beacon begins,
D-ark shadows walk
O-ut.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem