N-ever let the beacon hide,
I-nstead let it rise above the tide;
K-indness of the weather
K-eeps you from crying
I-nside.
A-llow the Sunday storm to pass,
N-ever let it strike your heart;
N-ight chill has vanished,
E-vening shadows depart.
I-n twenty-fifth December,
L-et the flood subside;
A-llow the sun to shine,
N-ever let the beacon hide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem