Yesterday Saturday the 23rd

Khải Lan also came to visit

The joyful stories were so deep

Thái Lan stayed over, chatting away

Seeing everyone at an age well-fed

George raised his voice singing joyfully

Mother father, oh Ngỡ, oh Mưu

Also healthy together, sweet joy

Still up above

Reflecting on Buddha's island, the higher ones

Have blessed the family above with joy

Thanks Lan, thanks Thái, a few words

With heart to visit, the joy exceeds all

Chicken with fish sauce, spicy hot

Add shallots, this dish is so tasty

Chew again and again, fragrant aroma

Rice truly delicious and neat

The flavor

Each day Liên has achieved it

Hope she continues, for it is delightful

Near and far, floating in this life

So little, land and money, oh so painful

Doing it all this way, is it right

Becoming skilled, delicious, crackling loud

More guests then more words

Well-fed, tomorrow still the chicken

Several homes, full and complete family

Parents to old age, children wish them well

In America we gather in crowds

Four sons, seven daughters, family in harmony

Even though living far apart

Still always visiting, truly close

Helping each other in times of need

Everyone sends wishes with care

So it comes to this scene

Well-fed sleep sound, worry ends

Managed to make a cup of coffee

To calm the heart, ease the mind

Sitting down to sip a little

With a heart of the Bodhi feeling

I have nothing to complain of

I make another cup, keeping it for myself

Hope father stays well each part

Next time I set my mind at peace

So father will be content

So I too am filled with joyful fragrance

Young earth, wondering amid, oh dear

Adding harvest season, dew falls on old age

Cold indeed, split into the warm

Into fullness, ripe season, wishes plenty here

Sơn / Liên helped measure this

With my comfort, hearts now achieved

Mother father, alas, already old

At home, enjoying, oh the falling dew

To cultivate, live truly for oneself

The situation grows clear

Always hope for all, harmony in the house

Fate cut short, must go out

Forgiving heart, but the wrong deeds

Stay away from wrong deeds

In the mind always thinking of the long day

Keep steady

Must have discipline, no need

When the body is well

Must fill oneself with medicine first

Stay away from evil

Always think of meditation, that is good

When people return to what I treasure

85 years of winters, so much suffering

Parents already passed away in the South

Older siblings also long since passed

Life's matter passes by

Sometimes fleeing chaos, sometimes migrating

Wealth ruined, house wrecked, once

Luckily Heaven blessed, settled in peace now

Phong Lê, Phát rejoice

Husband children care, tending the young

Above already following in joy

Perhaps I set my heart to reflect

Wishing a hundred years of health

Be joyful, moments change like clouds

Later, children grandchildren return golden

Father teaches to think of the poor

Already here, sad today

Sons daughters joyfully gather, celebrate father's day

Wish father live long into old age

Even at 100, living more than others

Pray father always be joyful

Always with mother smiling beside

Living together in gentle harmony

To be happiness, live even longer

Lucky the home with both mother and father

To reach 100 years, how precious indeed

Perhaps good heart today

Wishing to guide the true fortune

Think of those who suffer poverty

From the heart help them, ease their plight

Poor in money, but heart not poor

That is heart set to Heaven day by day

It is Chơn Phú Phước each day

Must teach to care for the future

Living life with experience in the world

Whoever speaks loud, escapes at once seen

Whoever speaks soft, thought of money

Lacking, the word suffering, the word worry only

Old age, everyone advances in life

Heart says rest, let life say sad

Whatever you want, say it straight, say it now

Afterward don't complain of hardship

So waiting to complain, what use

So don't complain, complaining what use

Today the rice rolls came out lucky

For father to eat, knowing father loves to speak

For the filling, shallots to celebrate

The wrapper truly white, once eaten want more

Dip with the fish sauce and chili I ground

Each eating half a plate, feels full and calm

The herbs stop, go here, go there

With the egg, complete and full, eat again

Cut cut, so beautifully arranged?

But why so fancy, which one is good

Cut here, cut, is it any good

Hoping to cut the middle, so long to think

Vietnam beloved is the bone

Why is there a pair called by name

Yet the child answers quietly

Debt appears only seeing cut on life

The meat is fragrant, oh heavens

If eating feels right, life's flavor cut

Before opening, opening

Hope she can change, cut more