L-ight meets the zenith,
Y-our heart is filled with mirth;
N-ew dawn has brought
N-othing but joy to your birth.
R-ise of the morning sun
O-pens your eyes to wake up;
D-ark shadows disappear,
R-ain will never drop.
I-n March first Wednesday,
G-reat day breaks beneath;
U-nder the wide blue sky,
E-arly light meets the
Z-enith.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem