L-ife Saturday morning
I-s setting things aright;
E-arly fifth of March,
Z-enith awaits the
L-ight.
V-ile weather has turned
I-nto a fine and sunny day;
A-fter the twilight is gone,
D-usk also fades away.
A-llow the beacon to come, shining there up above;
N-ew hope is in sight, especially the heaven's love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem