Y-our birthday has come,
N-eath the wide blue sky;
A-pril seventeenth morn lets the twilight pass you by.
A-fter the dusk disappears,
L-onely night does the same;
V-ile weather turns good,
A-s the sun burns its flame.
R-ain and chill turns warm,
E-arly light lets you rise;
Z-enith meets the dawn to see the smile in your eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
After the dusk disappears! Nice work.