R-ise of the sun begins,
E-arly morn starts to break;
A-nother beautiful dawn
H-as healed the heartache.
P-ure delight from the sky
O-pens the fine weather;
R-ed rays warm your life
O-n twenty-eighth November.
S-hadows have disappeared into the dark of night;
A-ll you have to enjoy is the beacon burning bright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem