D-awn begins to open
Y-our heart and your mind;
A-pril seventeenth Monday,
N-ight chill is far behind.
P-ure delight and rapture
R-emain in the blue heaven;
A-fter the dusk disappears,
D-awn begins to
O-pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem