L-et Friday night disappear,
Y-our birthday has come;
K-iss the dark goodbye,
A-s the weather is calm.
D-ecember seventeenth,
E-arly in the morning light;
S-aturday sky is orange,
C-rimson sun is burning bright.
A-llow the beacon to show up,
R-ising from the east;
G-reat dawn starts to break,
A-iming to ignore the mist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem