Kind is the stare of your eyes
Sweet is your voice to my ears
You are special among your peers
May sadness never knock your door
White is the colour of your heart
Bright is this day you were born
Right is the choice you are for me
May the evil eye be blinded by your sight
Lucky is the tree you fell from
For it will be praised
For the sweet fruit it produced
May the curses of your enemies be blocked
Happy birthday to you
My cold glass of refreshment
My packet of emotional nourishment
May bad luck forget you exist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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