M-erry mood opens the day
A-fter the night in the nook;
R-ise of the morning sun
I-nspires your heart,
A-ura, and look.
E-ventide shifts to sunup
S-eventh shine in January;
P-ure delight delivers the goods,
E-nding the midnight misery.
R-esults wanted to be produced
A-re done in perfect harmony;
N-ew blessings come from the sky,
Z-one of grace from the
A-lmighty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem