J-ust when the day is new,
O-pen your eyes to dawn's glory;
C-herish the lovely morn,
E-arly third of February.
L-ook when the day is new,
Y-ou shall behold the wide sky;
N-ight is nowhere in view, as the shadow passes by.
S-ee the dark lane above turns
I-nto true beautiful blue;
S-un will come up again,
O-nly when the day is
N-ew.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem