B-ig beacon tenth January
E-rases the Monday twilight;
N-ever let the dark come back,
J-ust let the clouds turn white.
I-t's a wonderful Tuesday, sun has begun to rise;
E-vening shadows disappear, the haze passes from eyes.
A-s you wake from slumber,
D-awn warmly meets the day;
A-fter the dusk has vanished,
L-ong cold night fades away.
L-et the INCTV viewers pay attention to the narrator;
A-llow them to gladly greet The Church News Anchor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem