M-idnight moon is gone
A-s the morn is breaking;
N-ew day dawns early
U-ntil the sun comes shining.
E-very twenty-third January, bright reflection from above
L-ights the moment of joy, new hope, dream and great love.
S-tarlight in the morning
I-s showing its delightful desire,
L-eaving the night for a while
A-s the evening shadows retire.
G-leams of celebration
A-re allowing you to feel great;
N-ow that God adds another year, He makes you more firm in faith.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem