J-ust let eighteenth of March
A-im to meet the Saturday;
Y-our birthday has come, after the night fades away.
B-urning beacon rises
A-bove the new horizon;
Y-awning and sleep both end
O-n the break of dawn.
M-orn has just broken, bringing warmth and light;
O-bliterating the dark to make the skyline bright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem