S-un has begun to rise,
U-sing his eternal flame;
S-imply thank God for the blessings,
A-s you call His holy
N-ame.
P-ray on twenty-third December,
L-et Friday depart from rain;
A-llow the beacon to shine,
T-o make you smile
A-gain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem