J-ust let Monday morn
O-pen the show of light;
V-iew of the rising beacon
E-liminates the cold
N-ight.
E-vening shadows disappear,
S-ixth of March sunny day;
P-ouring rain has vanished,
L-onely fog fades away.
A-fter the dusk is gone,
N-ew dawn starts to break;
A-nother birthday is held at the wonderful Sumlang Lake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem