M-orn fourth February warms
Y-our soul and your heart;
R-ise of the sun begins,
E-vening shadows depart.
L-et foggy Friday pass, haze and mist are gone;
L-et the twilight yield to the early break of dawn.
L-et the Saturday sky
A-im to meet the beacon;
M-agical lane up above
I-s changing into crimson.
N-ever ignore the noontime heat, for it won't cause euphoria;
A-llow yourself to take shelter under the blue umbrella.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem