F-ighter for the faith is born,
E-arly eighth February;
R-ise of the sun begins,
D-awn breaks with glory.
I-t's a wonderful Wednesday,
N-ight chill fades away;
A-fter the dusk is gone,
N-ew morn meets the
D-ay.
P-ouring rain and Tuesday haze
A-re both nowhere in view;
G-ray clouds become white,
U-nder the sky so blue.
I-n spite of the bleak horizon, just pray and patiently wait;
O-pen your heart and remain brave fighter for the faith.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem