In the warmth of light
Another day gets better;
Night shadows vanish,
New dawn is fine
Ever.
After the Friday fades,
Your birth sixth of May
Uses the flame from burning
Beacon under the skyway.
Allow the coal clouds above to turn or become white;
Neither rain nor chill remains in the warmth of light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem