J-ust let the Friday pass,
E-arly light meets the dawn;
N-ight cold chill disappears,
N-ew rays stops the
Y-awn.
M-orn thirty-first December
I-s warming your heart;
R-ise of the beacon begins,
A-s the shadows depart.
N-o more mist and haze,
D-usk and twilight fade away;
A-llow Saturday sun to shine, see the cat and mouse play.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem