L-et Saturday February eighteenth
E-rase the cold Friday night;
N-ew dawn has just warmed
Y-our heart with early light.
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a nice and fine day;
L-et the rain disappear,
L-et the chill fade away.
A-llow the sun to rise,
N-ever letting him hide;
U-nderneath the blue sky,
E-ach ray leaves the eventide.
V-olume of pure delight eliminates the sorrow;
A-llow your mouth to enjoy, savor the sweet halu-halo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem