J-ust let the dawn break anew,
E-ndorsing a thousand thrill;
R-ise of the beacon begins,
R-ed Sunday sixteenth of
A-pril.
S-unrise shows up again,
A-bove the new horizon;
N-ight cold chill is over,
G-ray clouds are all gone.
C-herish the fresh daybreak,
A-s you touch the morning dew;
O-pen your eyes and behold,
N-ew dawn breaks anew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem