T-wilight Monday evening
E-vades the break of dawn;
O-n twenty-seventh December
D-ark shadows are gone.
O-pen your eyes as you wake up,
R-ising from your slumber;
A-llow your birth to share a typhoon-free or fine weather.
T-uesday thrill and mirth
A-re brought to your heart;
M-ist, haze and thick fog
O-f the long night depart.
R-ise of the sun begins, bringing warmth to the day;
O-pen your soul to God, as you kneel down and pray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem