Many days, many nights, I wonder:
What shall I offer you on your happy
Birthday: a rose, or a bracelet,
Or a ring, as a lover usually offers
His beloved? Or shall I cross
The seven seas, to gather all the pearls,
And build a white, lofty palace
For you, full of gold, of magic,
Of delight? Or shall I fly
In the sky to pick the moon,
The sun, and the stars, and make
A necklace for you?
Many days, many nights, I wonder:
What shall I offer you on your happy
Birthday? Will it be a worthy present
If I offer my heart, my love,
My life, and this poem for you?