J-ust let the morning break,
E-arly beautiful Tuesday;
S-un has begun to shine,
S-hadows have faded
A-way.
A-llow the beacon to come,
R-ising above the horizon;
Q-uest for twentieth December,
U-ntil you sense the crimson.
I-t's a wonderful birthday, vile weather passes from view;
O-pen your eyes to the sky painted with yellow, pink and blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem