For you, my love,* the happiest of birthdays!
Let this be a day your soul shall sing,
Rejoicing in the pleasure that this one day
Must to all who love you surely bring!
You, who give so much,
should now be taking
What affection a poor soul can show.
Understand this little fuss I'm making
Is only what one mortal can bestow,
Touched by love too beautiful to know.