Y-ou shall not go astray,
N-ever tread on the wicked road;
A-llow your life to go on, unburdening the heavy load.
A-pril seventeenth Monday
L-ets the beacon shine,
V-ile weather fades away,
A-s the day turns fine.
R-emain in the right path,
E-vading the dark or gray;
Z-ealously learn to be on guard, you shall not go astray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great sermon with wise words.
Thanks, Mihaela. You are added to MY FRIENDS LIST....