M-orning early Friday
A-ims to leave the moon;
D-usk has disappeared,
Z-enith awaits the noon.
P-ouring rain and chill
A-re nowhere in sight;
S-eventeenth day February
I-s just denying the night.
C-rimson has painted your face,
O-ne hue is gladly exposed;
L-et both your cheeks glow,
A-s you show your red
N-ose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem