S-ee the beautiful day,
A-fter the long cold night;
R-ays will bathe your life
A-t the sun's greatest
H-eight.
M-iss not the beautiful day,
A-fter the twilight is gone;
R-ise of the bright beacon
C-omes up at the break of dawn.
O-n eighteenth November, darkness will walk away;
S-hadows are nowhere in sight, see the beautiful day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem