N-ew dawn early Friday
E-liminates the twilight;
L-ight above the horizon
I-s setting things
A-right.
Z-enith awaits the noon
U-ntil they see each other;
L-et seventeenth February
U-se the fine weather.
E-vening shadows disappear,
T-hursday night is gone;
A-n amazing beacon shines, as the warmth is on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem