I want a Tibetan poem. Happy birthday to my father. My name is Yi Fu and my father is Zhang Fuqiang.

There are so many things to do,

Water stirs up wind and waves.

I wish you a long life,

Dad looks at Chang 'an from the south.

Dad, who's afraid of general Li,

Zhang Yiling stayed in the history of the government.

Who was richer then,

Strong comb thin hair with black silk scarf.

Life and death are unknown,

Short silk was led by the evening wind.

Sword and halberd face to face,

Musicians compete to recite poems in the volume.