L-et Monday night pass,
A-s the rise of the sun begins;
N-ew dawn starts to break,
I-nclement weather
E-nds.
A-fter the twilight is gone,
S-unny Tuesday comes out;
U-sing the morn tenth January,
N-o more reason to doubt.
C-old chilling raindrop
I-s nowhere to be found;
O-ne beacon's burning rays
N-ever let you feel down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem