A-llow Tuesday to pass,
N-ew dawn starts to break;
N-ight cold chill disappears,
E-ven the sorrow and ache.
L-et the warm Wednesday come,
A-s you wake from slumber;
M-orning beacon is lovely,
I-n twenty-eighth December.
N-o more mist and haze, the skyline is clear;
A-fter the twilight is gone, no more dark to fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem