J-ust let Thursday pass, 
A-s it turns into another day; 
S-un has begun to rise, 
M-ist and haze fade away.
I-t's a beautiful Friday, 
N-ew dawn begins to break; 
E-venfall has disappeared, no chance for dusk to take.
C-old chill and raindrops
A-re turning into fine weather; 
N-ight shadow has vanished
I-nto the deepest slumber.
C-herish the fresh morn, 
O-n sixteenth December; 
S-avor the sweetest taste, 
A-nother birthday to remember.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem