Y-our birth takes me out
O-f the dark, gray and blue;
L-et it bring million mirth,
L-et me feel glad as
Y-ou.
V-ery well said and done,
E-very dream is coming true;
L-et the dawn cause comfort
A-s the sun is shining through.
N-ow is the moment to glow after the night passes by;
O-ctober twenty-eighth day meets the beacon in the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem