E-arly second January,
R-ise of the sun has begun;
L-ight Monday morning
I-s bringing some fun.
N-o more Sunday smoke,
D-ust, mist, and haze;
A-ll shadows have vanished into the darkest place.
U-nderneath the blue sky,
R-ain is nowhere to be found;
E-vening chill disappears,
T-he grapevines
A-bound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem