D-ark of night will disappear,
I-t will no longer be alive;
A-im at the coming beacon,
N-ew morning light will
A-rrive.
A-s night dark will disappear,
S-hadows will do the same;
U-nderneath the blue sky,
N-ext day waits for the flame.
C-oal clouds of the evening
I-s letting the lane get clear;
O-n the nineteenth of January,
N-ight dark will disappear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem