A-llow the Tuesday sun to come,
R-ising up in the air;
L-et the March seventh morn erase
Y-our one worst
N-ightmare.
A-fter the dusk is gone,
T-wilight does the same;
A-s you wake up from slumber, the fame knows your name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem