H-ere comes the beacon,
O-ffering a beautiful view;
N-o more mist and haze,
E-ventide departs from
Y-ou.
P-ouring rain disappears,
A-pril fifth early Wednesday;
M-orn has just broken,
A-iming to brighten the gray.
O-nce the night is over, dusk turns into dawn;
S-hadows fade away, here comes the beacon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem