P-ouring rain has stopped,
R-ise of the beacon begins;
I-t's a fantastic Friday,
N-ight black shadow ends.
C-hill on twenty-third December
E-vades the new dawn;
S-un starts to come out,
S-hining above the horizon.
I-nclement weather becomes
B-eautiful break of day;
A-side from the dark sky,
R-ay also brightens the gray.
R-eceive the heaven's blessing, as you look up high;
A-ccept the Lord God's grace, while the birds sing and fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem