A-fter the night is gone,
R-ise of the beacon begins;
G-reat day February fourth
E-rases the dark ever since.
L-et sunny Saturday warm
Y-our soul and your heart;
N-o more tears and pain, as the raindrops depart.
R-esemble the firm support,
E-levate your capability;
Y-ou shall one day become
E-ndeared pillar of
S-ociety.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem