N-ew dawn that breaks
I-s bringing light to the day;
C-herish the lovely morn,
K-eep the dark night
A-way.
D-on't let the beacon hide,
E-ighth sunny December;
L-et him shine so bright
I-n the sky during the winter.
T-wilight is already gone, as the dusk does the same;
O-pen your eyes to crimson, while you quest for fortune and fame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem