R-ise of the sun begins,
E-vening dark disappears
Y-es, an eclipse of the night stops the falling tears.
P-owerless lonely eventide
R-eturns to its slumber;
U-nder the sky the beacon shines,
D-ay seventh November.
E-arly morn has broken,
N-ew dawn makes it right;
T-he zenith sees the global
E-clipse of the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem