N-ew morn that breaks
I-s bringing much mirth;
D-awning with gladness
O-n the day of your birth.
M-ist, haze, and fog
A-re all nowhere in view;
A-ll of the white clouds
M-ake you far from blue.
B-eneath the wide heaven,
O-ne wish will be sent;
N-ovember twenty-second,
G-reeting will reach the moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem