A-fter the night is gone,
N-ew dawn begins to break;
A-iming to bring brightness to take away the heartache.
A-s you wake from slumber,
P-ure delight denies the gray;
A-nother morn makes you smile,
T-welfth month second day.
A-llow the beacon to warm your head and your shoulder;
N-either eye will turn blind to see the sky in fine weather.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem