S-aturday sky is clear,
N-o more haze in sight;
O-ne morn eleventh February
O-pens the day with light.
K-iss the chill farewell, raindrops have gone by;
Y-our heart is truly warmed by the beacon up high.
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a lovely dawn;
A-llow the mirth to stay,
D-elight keeps going
O-n.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem