A-fter the storm has gone,
B-ad weather turns fair;
I-nclement clime turns fine,
G-ray clouds vanish into the air.
A-n early morn has broken,
I-n March twenty-five this year;
L-onely night is just over as the dark shadows disappear.
R-ain is ceasing to fall,
A-nother dawn is shining;
G-ood day lights the way,
O-ne birthday song I
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem