Y-our birthday has come,
E-arly eighteenth March morn;
N-ew dawn has broken,
G-reeting the day you were born.
R-ise of the sun begins,
A-iming to warm your heart;
S-hadows and darkness
O-f the cold night depart.
N-either wealth nor wisdom
A-dds even a minute or a second;
B-elieve in the gospel of truth,
L-ong for life without
E-nd.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem