P-ouring rain and chill
E-vade the break of Sunday;
R-ise of the red beacon
L-ets the shadow fade away.
I-t's a beautiful dawn, dusk and twilight vanish;
E-vening haze has gone, fog and mist diminish.
C-oal clouds don't gather,
O-ne morn meets the breeze;
N-ew day looks at the zenith,
D-ark stays beneath the seas.
A-llow the sun to ascend and bathe your heart and mind;
T-wenty-fifth December rays keep the storm far behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem