L-et the morning break,
A-pril ninth early Sunday;
S-un has begun to rise, after the night fades away.
A-n early morning breaks,
R-ugged wind passes by;
E-vening chill disappears,
V-ile weather says goodbye.
A-llow your fears to go,
L-et not your heart hurt or ache;
O-nce the twilight ends, let the morning break.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem