R-each the glorious goal,
I-n the wide blue sky;
N-ew dawn has broken,
A-s the dusk says goodbye.
B-efore you reach the glorious goal,
A-sk God to guide your way;
N-ever lose your faith and hope,
A-pril eighth early Saturday.
T-he beacon comes shining,
A-fter the cold rainfall;
O-nce the sun is up, reach the glorious goal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem