M-arch twenty-ninth Wednesday,
Y-our birthday has come;
L-et the Lord God's blessing
E-nd up in your palm.
N-ew dawn has broken, turning away from twilight;
E-vening shadows disappear into the dark of night.
R-ise of the sun begins,
A-s well as the morning glory;
M-ake the sky nice to behold,
O-ne fine sight to
S-ee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem