L-ead the way to success,
U-ntil you taste victory;
C-limbing every ladder
I-s filled with misery.
T-he fourth of September sees the brighter future;
A-im at what lies ahead to turn the pain into pleasure.
C-hoose the right path,
R-each the one from several choices;
U-se your ardent heart,
Z-ealously lead the way to success.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem