H-ow can I make you glad,
A-s you celebrate your birth;
N-ovember twenty-seventh,
N-othing I give but mirth.
A-llow me to do something that will bring a thrill;
H-ow can I make you glad despite the cold windchill.
B-elieve in my heart's desire,
E-xpect the pure delight;
R-ainy night has vanished,
N-ew dawn is shining bright.
A-llow me to eradicate all things that make you sad;
L-et me know the answer, how can I make you glad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem