Y-our birthday has come,
O-pening the beautiful view;
L-et the Thursday beacon
L-ight up the morn for
Y-ou.
S-un has begun to rise,
A-iming to shine with glee;
N-ew dawn has broken,
T-wenty-third of February.
O-nce the rugged wind fades, vile weather turns calm;
S-ee the wide blue sky, your birthday has come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem