A-llow Monday to shine,
N-ineteenth day December;
N-ew dawn has broken,
E-arly from deep slumber.
A-llow Sunday night to pass,
R-ise of the sun has begun;
D-elight the beacon brings,
O-ffering rapture and fun.
N-ever let your eyes close, open them wide instead;
A-iming to gaze at the sky, with a shine on your head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem