On 23rd November, and
the lateness of young evening hours
you tasted the air, and glittered the hearts
All eyes, and mauling anxieties demised
A long wait has just bore unknown joy
Oh! How precious you are, my daughter
Your are full of true felicity
A true symbol of a blessing
how proud I am indeed
how great you've certainly become!
Happy Birthday!
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I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and nicely written, Gedion. Thanks