J-oy will be yours again,
A-fter the night so lonely;
N-ew dawn has broken,
E-arly second of February.
A-im at the morning light,
Y-our day won't get worse;
A-s you welcome the beacon,
A-nother joy will be
Y-ours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem