M-ake Saturday lovely,
E-arly in the morning light;
D-ecember seventeenth
I-s replacing Friday night.
L-et the red beacon bathe
Y-our soul and your heart;
N-ew dawn has broken, as twilight and dusk depart.
C-old chill and raindrops
A-re starting to vanish;
R-ise of the sun begins,
A-s the shadows diminish.
N-ever let your mind think
A-bout the vile weather;
Y-our birthday has come, I will always remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem