J-ust let Friday fog fade,
E-arly eighteenth February,
N-ight cold chill ends,
N-ew dawn shares the glory.
I-t's a lovely Saturday,
F-ill your heart with peace;
E-vening haze disappears,
R-ays erase the mist.
N-o more rugged wind,
A-fter the violent weather;
Z-enith meets the noon, as you gaze at the white flower.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem