J-ust wake up from bed,
E-arly twelfth December;
C-herish the lovely dawn,
E-nding the vile weather.
L-et the Monday morning
L-ight up another new day;
E-vening chill disappears, as the twilight fades away.
U-nderneath the blue sky,
D-ark shadows silently hide;
A-fter the night is gone,
N-o more doubt deep
I-nside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem