D-awn has just broken,
A-fter the long cold night;
I-n thirtieth November,
S-unrise brings pure delight.
Y-awn has been finished,
L-etting you rise from sleep;
Y-our eyes watch the skyline,
N-ever ignoring the peep.
S-ee the beautiful view,
E-nding the gray and blue;
N-ever deny the image
O-f the morn fresh and
N-ew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem