Ten
Shimmering, the sphere of paradise surrounds the child.
Ah, do not burst yet! He plays still and dreams so sweetly.

Twenty
The rose and nightingale and sun and wind congratulate you,
but you flee into the shadows? Is blooming not a delight?

Thirty
Labor's sweat refreshes and adorns the builder of the house,
wherein he keeps his family, a treasure to himself and to his homeland.

Forty
Swing your hat in greeting, since singing you have climbed the peak;
as you have grown in strength, higher peaks greet you from afar.

Fifty
Happy fifty, still with a full, swinging gait you enter
the beautiful decade of harvest in the midst of battle,
for you walk now beneath trees you grew yourself,
and already fruits refresh you that you grew for others.

Sixty
Bravely onward! Even if the dearest of your fellow soldiers falls,
one who in the crowd of battle stood at your side to help,
a happy recruit presses forward in the bright row --
be he friend or foe, greet him gravely and graciously.

Seventy
Daily the world grows more beautiful, gently tinged with sunset red.
Drink, with the thought of parting, blissfully the nourishing gold.

Eighty
Stars pull you upward; the moon's silver wave
flows around your silver head. Night embraces you lovingly.