A-t the end of the shadows,
R-ays watch them fade away;
G-ray goes into the blue,
E-arly February fourth Sunday.
L-et the end of the shadows wake
Y-ou up from sweet slumber;
N-ew morn has broken, as the sky is getting brighter.
R-ise of the sun starts
E-rasing the evening woes;
Y-ou have seen the gradual
E-nd of the
S-hadows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem