Sand drops in Egypt count the twinkling of time

So does a swinging bell in Queen’s land announcing your birth

Tiny but beautiful bird of glowing and shiny colours

Stand on petals of pretty flowers singing and glorifying God

For your birthday has come.

Why shall man value time, so wasted in grief and sorrow?

Man fends for reasons so pretty in a life so short

That may morrow not.

Let’s forget our torrent of worries

Disappointment, let’s forget a while

For this day shall come to past

Many of which cannot be counted

May God Almighty let you see many returns

For He alone has every moment

Let togetherness in joy, celebrate your Birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY