D-awn has just broken,
A-fter the twilight is gone;
N-ew morn March second
I-s waiting for the beacon.
C-hill fades into the night, evading the break of Thursday;
A-llowing the sun to rise, letting him warm the gray.
A-s you wake up from slumber,
D-elight replaces the sorrow;
U-nderneath the wide blue sky,
L-ight meets the meadow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem