A-nother gray turns into red,
L-oneliness into rapture;
M-isty morning becomes
A-nother day of pleasure.
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto beacon burning bright;
D-ay twentieth November,
A-nother dark turns into
L-ight.
M-oon has turned into sun,
E-arly rise from the bed;
N-either eye will be sad,
O-ne gray turns into
R-ed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem