M-orning has just broken,
A-iming to bring great glory;
E-vening shadows disappear into the night deep and lonely.
P-ouring rain has vanished
U-nderneath the blue sky;
L-et the sun start to shine,
L-et him kiss the chill good-bye.
A-llow the beacon to ascend,
R-ising high toward zenith;
O-n the way to the place,
S-o they both gladly meet.
T-wenty-ninth November brings brightness to the day;
E-arly rays from up above take the darkness away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem