A-fter the dusk is gone,
N-ew dawn is in view;
A-n early Wednesday morn
L-ets the night depart from
Y-ou.
D-ay eighth of merry March
I-s sharing the warm light;
A-mazing beacon wants to do
N-othing but set things aright.
C-ool breeze brings joy to both your heart and mind;
O-pen your life to mirth made by the skyline.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem