N-ight shadows have shifted
I-nto a new day dawning;
Z-ero visibility has turned
I-nto a clear air of morning.
E-venfall has fled for cover, staying away from the scenery;
L-eft is nothing but the sunrise in twenty-ninth of January.
I-n the beautiful view
L-akes and rivers are seen;
A-cross the plains in sight
N-ew springs make the meadow green.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem