L-ong cold Friday night
H-as vanished underneath;
O-ne new dawn has broken,
R-ising sun meets the
Z-enith.
P-ouring rain and fog fade,
E-leventh of February;
L-et Saturday sky shine
I-n front of the morning glory.
G-rowth of an infant
R-equires a parent so mild;
O-n the day of your birth, I remember you as a child.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem