M-orn early Wednesday
I-s breaking fourth January;
T-uesday twilight hides,
C-oming sun is in a
H-urry.
A-llow the beacon to rise,
L-et him shine on a high degree;
C-oal couds don't gather,
A-s the haze is nowhere to see.
L-et wind blow softly in the tall tree's leaf;
A-llow the ocean bed to reveal the coral reef.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem