A-fter the Saturday night,
D-awn has met the light;
R-ising sun fifth of March
I-s setting Sunday aright.
A-llow the beacon to rise above the new horizon;
N-o more mist and haze, only the sky in crimson.
J-inx of the deep dark
I-s fading into the nighttime.
A-llow not the mess to stay,
N-either dirt nor
G-rime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem