J-ust tread on the right path,
E-vading the wrong way;
R-emain firm and focused,
V-iew the sky on fifth of May.
I-n spite of the mist, beacon begins to rise;
N-o rain will ever put out the fire in your eyes.
A-llow your faith to make it,
L-et the gate above open;
A-im not to go amiss,
O-n the way to
N-ew heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very inspiring and uplifting acrostic, dear Bernard.....10++++++++