A-fter Wednesday night is gone,
I-t's Thursday that shines so bright;
C-old chill and rain disappear,
Y-our eyes see the early
L-ight.
L-et twenty ninth December break,
A-s you wake up from slumber;
B-eautiful beacon rises
T-o let the dawn take
O-ver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem