J-anuary eighth Sunday beacon
E-rases the gray and blue;
D-ark shadows Saturday
A-re far away from
Y-ou.
A-llow the night to pass,
B-efore the sun rises;
O-utside the haze is gone,
R-ays have swept the mess.
D-elightful day has come, bringing sweetness and zest;
O-pen your mouth and taste the honey in the forest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem