A-fter the cold Saturday night,
N-ew dawn has broken;
N-o more fog fifth February, underneath the heaven.
F-ill your heart with warmth,
L-et your eyes both glow;
O-bliterate the sadness,
R-efrain from pain and sorrow.
D-elightful day of birth
E-rases the tearful moan;
L-et your face stay tame
I-n a tiger-look
Z-one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem