J-anuary thirtieth morn
O-pens the day with soft wind;
Y-our heart is truly warmed,
C-old chilling raindrops
E-nd.
J-ust let the Monday break,
A-fter the long Sunday night;
Z-enith awaits the sun,
A-iming to make it right.
R-ise of the bright beacon
E-ndorses pure delight;
N-o one can ever surpass,
O-ne sweet lady in white.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem