O-ne Wednesday morning
L-ets the beacon ascend;
I-t's a beautiful day;
V-ile clime starts to
E-nd.
P-ouring rain and haze
A-re nowhere in sight;
R-ise of the sun begins,
A-fter the long cold night.
D-awn eighth February
E-rases the darkness;
Z-enith awaits the noon,
A-s you smile in sweetness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem