Shall I hail the rising ray
Or overflow my cup with tears of joy
Shall i run as with no direction
As a madman full of happiness
Or woe for such a glorious day has come

Will his prince my friends’ mirth receive,
And bless his birth, and wish to live?
Or shall he Forever wave to his past
And dreamed time was like a divine vine.

oh, this glorious vine
That grew with glory rippled here and there
by the glorious winds of hopes and fears.
Sang like a happy bird
rejoicing for God made it grace

That so divine vine be me so,
I rejoice for I lived to be 16th
I rejoice for today is women month
And a beautiful intelligent woman gave me life
Once wish but now present
Impossible has finally been defeated
I, my dear, was born today
16th, my love greatest pride