A-llow Monday to shine,
R-eplacing Sunday night;
N-ineteenth December breaks,
E-arly beacon brings
L-ight.
E-vening raindrops disappear,
B-ad weather turns good;
U-nderneath the blue sky,
S-hadow hides in solitude.
E-ver bright lanes above truly amaze your eyes;
O-pen both of them to see the perfect paradise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem