R-ise of the sun begins,
O-ne Wednesday morning glory;
S-hadows have disappeared,
E-arly eleventh January.
B-irthday of you has come,
A-fter the cold midnight;
R-ain and chill have vanished,
A-s the dawn meets the light.
S-ilently say a little prayer of thanks to the Father;
I-mplore Him His blessings overflowing like a river.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem