To you, whose birth arrives with light,

A mind like fire, a wit so bright —

You wear a crown of silent thought,

And play the game that can’t be taught.

Your voice is sharp, your laughter gold,

A rebel heart, both young and bold.

With Jack’s delight and King’s command,

You shape the world with clever hand.

May knowledge serve you like a blade,

To clear the path your soul has made.

May fortune dance where you declare,

But never bind you unaware.

May you create, inspire, surprise —

With mischief flickering in your eyes.

And may your truth, both fierce and kind,

Unlock new doors in every mind.

So here’s to you — the thinker’s flame,

The secret player in the game.

On this bright day, may fate be sweet —

And every dream rise at your feet.