M-isty Monday is gone,
A-s the fog fades away;
R-ise of the sun begins,
L-ight welcomes the day.
E-arly twenty-first February,
N-ew dawn starts to break;
E-vening chill disappears, so does the heartache.
Y-our birthday has come,
A-fter the night of sorrow;
G-reen grass gives gladness,
O-ne wonderful meadow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem