G-ray clouds become white,
R-ise of the sun begins;
A-fter the night is gone,
C-old chill and raindrops
E-nd.
N-ew dawn starts to break,
O-pening the occasion with mirth;
T-hird month seventh sunny day
A-ims to warm your birth.
R-ide like the blowing wind,
T-ill you reach where you want to;
E-very place in the world has something good in view.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem