happy birthday, Wesir
with a candleflame like a tooth
from the jaw of some almighty being
I hail You, in praise, in respect.
thank You for keeping
the dead that we love.
may the olive-green of tea
be Your color in my mind
and may every drink of it I take
cool You and refresh You.
hail to the bull in His cavern
and the green man in the West.