A-s the Wednesday has come,
G-ray fades into the night;
N-ew dawn has broken,
E-arly morn is in
S-ight.
L-et eighth of merry March
A-im to warm your heart;
C-old chill is over,
S-unrise makes a start.
A-fter the pouring rain, blue sky gets even better;
O-pen your eyes to beacon bringing flame brighter than ember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem