J-ust let the morning light
O-pen the break of day; 
I-t's a beautiful view, 
N-ight shadows fade
A-way.
D-awn has just broken, on twenty-eighth of April; 
E-arly sunny Friday fills the air with thrill.
L-et the sky get clear, 
E-very cloud turns white; 
O-pen your hearth to warmth, 
N-eath the morning light.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    