R-ise of the sun begins,
E-arly eighth January;
Y-our birthday has come, Sunday shines with glee.
G-ray haze, mist, and fog
A-re all nowhere in sight;
M-orning starts to break,
B-ringing warmth and light.
O-utside the sky is clear, the ocean is awesome by day;
L-onely shadows are gone, gaze at the ships in the bay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem