A-fter the twilight is gone,
N-ew morn begins to break;
N-o more mist and haze to cause you some heartache.
S-ixth of March Monday
A-ims to meet the dawn;
R-aindrop Sunday night
I-s brought to oblivion.
C-oal cloud and fog
A-re both nowhere in sight;
L-et the beacon rise, let him show the light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem