E-arly twenty-eighth February,
R-ise of the sun begins;
M-orn Tuesday has broken,
A-s the raindrop ends.
B-eautiful beacon rises
A-bove the wide horizon;
R-ays aim at the day,
D-ark is brought to oblivion.
O-ne dawn denies the night, the dusk, and twilight;
N-o way will the fog prevail over the sky so bright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem