R-ising sun has kept
Y-our eyes away from the night;
A-iming to brighten the day,
N-ew dawn denies the twilight.
S-aturday sky is clear,
U-sing the break of dawn;
L-et eighteenth February come,
A-s you see the beacon.
P-ouring rain and chill
A-re nowhere in view;
S-hadows have vanished into the dark, gray, and blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem