R-ise of the sun starts,
E-very cloud has turned white;
L-ight Thursday has warmed
Y-our heart after the
N-ight.
E-arly ninth of March,
B-eacon begins to ascend;
U-nderneath the blue sky,
E-vening raindrops end.
N-o more mist and fog in San Salvador island;
G-lowing girl takes a seat in the middle of the sand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem