L-et January sixteenth morn
O-pen the dawn with light;
R-ise of the sun begins,
Y-our birthday leaves the night.
A-llow the Sunday to pass,
L-et the cold chill disappear;
A-nother comfort comes,
M-onday delight is here.
A-im to climb the hill, even the trees so tall;
N-ever be in doubt, the rocks stop to fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem