E-arly in the morning,
V-ile weather turns fair;
A-fter the cold rain has gone,
N-ew breeze fills the air.
G-ray shadows disappear,
E-ventide turns to light,
L-onely twilight has turned
I-nto a beacon burning bright.
N-inth day of the third month, haze and mist vanish;
E-ach ray of the sunlight warms you with my wish.
C-all upon the Lord's name,
A-sk Him for the morrow;
S-incerely pray to Him
T-ill He removes the sorrow.
I-n the Almighty, believe and trust,
L-et His words dwell in your life;
L-earn to fight for the faith,
O-nly God knows how to win the strife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem