R-ise from deep slumber,
O-pen your eyes to love;
W-ake up from the bed,
E-njoy the light from above.
N-ight cold chill is gone, as the sun starts to shine;
A-pril thirtieth morn lets the new day break so fine.
A-scend from the ground,
P-ay attention to faith;
O-pen your heart to trust,
S-oar toward heaven's gate.
T-arry not in running the race
O-f life on to salvation;
L-et dark be bathed with hope, to keep away from oblivion.
A-larm your mind from sleep,
L-ook up in the blue sky;
A-llow not clouds to gather,
M-ake them flee up high.
O-pen your soul to God, just always say a prayer;
N-ever stay in the pit of black, rise from deep slumber.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem