C-oal clouds March thirteenth
H-ave all become white;
E-arly sun starts to shine, setting Monday morn aright.
P-ouring rain disappears,
R-ise of the beacon begins;
O-nce the flame is up,
N-ighttime shadow ends.
C-old chill has vanished, due to the warmth of day;
E-ventide turns to light, as the fog fades away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem