E-ndless blessings overflow,
D-awn again starts to shine;
W-eather seems so good
I-n the morn of May
N-ine.
B-lessings never run dry,
A-s the river does the same;
L-ight from the sky above
I-s burning like eternal flame.
S-ince time immemorial, dew drops in the meadow;
A-lmighty God is letting endless blessings overflow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem