J-ust open your eyes now,
E-ventide comes to a close;
R-ise of the sun has begun,
V-ast grace from God overflows.
I-n May fifth morning, behold the break of day;
N-ight cold chill is over, twilight has gone away.
A-llow your sight to see,
L-et your vision view somehow;
A-lthough mist shrouds the dawn,
O-pen your eyes
N-ow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem