In a group, one stands out;
In a crowd, one comes about.

All others' luster appear dull,
in this one's glorious light;
their radiance seem to null,
while this one's shines oh-so bright.

Those who gather around,
only emphasize her brilliance;
all of high image and sound,
she is the magnitude of incandescence.

Flower and woman, rose and lady;
warm and tender, all so lovely.

-Happy birthday, Mi'lady-