N-o blessing is not counted
E-ven if misfortunes come by; 
S-ound health makes wealth
T-wenty-seventh day of July.
O-ne grace after another comes from heaven above; 
R-eturn to God and thank Him for the greatest gift of love.
E-arly in the morning, 
C-ount the food that we eat; 
H-ome and our family
A-re all Almighty's treat.
N-ew friends and new songs are not taken for granted; 
O-pen your eyes and enumerate, no blessing is not counted.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    