We meet, wish blessings, health and peace

Wish also talent, beauty, overflowing fame

While living one enjoys, that's a given

If compassion is absent, then fame is gone

Once dead, one is only resented

Resented for lacking virtue, mocked whether standing or sitting

Lacking parental love in every way

Lacking love of family, of spouse, of friends

Lacking love to help the country, to shelter

Lacking love of society, also mocking drunkenness

Also craving gambling night and day

Also craving beauty, a bitter matter

So cultivating oneself is truly happy

Cultivating heart and nature is true cultivation

Cultivating the words of Buddha ends worry

Cultivating Buddha's words is learning to be good

Casting off desire makes one an immortal

The most precious love, all regions should follow

Time slips swiftly by

That Buddha is one to follow all one's life

Helping all people everywhere

Compassion and charity are the Buddha's counsel

Each evening I go stand by the riverbank

The rosy water still flows, the rosy clouds still drift

choked with grief, tears sting

Father Hồng is absent now, the child aches

Mother Hồng's heart withers, insides ache

The nine springs of the underworld, long ago

O father, o mother, o uncle at the horizon

Bless the child with two words, pray Heaven for "Peace"

Yesterday I stood by the lake

Saw you bathing carefree in the lake without trousers

You said, why loiter here

Why not go elsewhere, why linger staring

This is not Ba-Vì mountain

lacking, how could seeing bring pleasure

Reaching hand, peach blossoms high above

Nearby the murmuring rustle of pine leaves

Absent on red lips and rosy cheeks

Teeth like pearls wanting rosy white

Black hair falling down to the ears

Those lips soft, soft like two evoking charm

Ask who rows the pleasure boat

And the one steering the graceful boat here perhaps

On flight AAL from Dallas returning

Thanks to the one who sent me flowers

Fragrant flowers, beautiful flowers, what a precious gift!

The heartfelt kinship of compatriots

This kindness remembered forever, high heaven understands

The person leaves, I muse vaguely

The lofty affection, offered to me

Missing the person, whether standing or sitting

Wishing the person happiness, then I am very glad

(Renounce money, talent, fame, beauty)

With money, all things are easy to buy

Buy the rank of prime minister, buy a king down in the pond

With talent, bail the sea, dig the river

But talent overstepping bounds, who dares to love

With fame at the highest rank, at the end of the road

Please, no false fame, the marketplace strikes out the name

Claiming beauty above all

But poor in virtue, beauty is set in the corner

So we remain ourselves

Living with virtue, the whole family peaceful and happy

Life's road bitter of every flavor

Compassion and charity, sweetness is still better

When sad, don't play more

When happy, pluck the strings to hear together

In youth, parents shelter you

Grown up, care for father and mother in return

Oh my, I've been so busy

Yet still reminded, asking after you many times

This year I was gravely ill

Luckily escaped death, nearly done worrying

Four weeks, both fevered and coughing

Now the fever and cough are all gone

Only still slips of the tongue and lips remain

Also dizziness as when tipsy

Eating and drinking still must abstain, go vegetarian

Resting still must, day and night the word love

Hoping the body stays well and normal

Sincerely thank your honest loving heart

Wishing that thanks to ancestors' blessing, glory smiles

May its food be abundant, cheerful

Henceforth happiness in full abundance

Soon wealth and honor fragrant

People plant rice and plant yams

My children, my grandchildren always dream of cultivating humanity

Planting trees requires diligence

Fruit and flowers harvested, discard the tree

Cultivating a person is no matter of a moment

Doing the work, the share, years strung to finish

A pure body, the child must always remember

Helping the people and the nation, then all is done

Alas! Father has truly gone home

The mortal world you leave, the shore of delusion, father departs!

Sky high, earth low! O father!

Father gone, who in this world will help the child

The child hopes to live wholly right

Now father bids farewell forever, the land grieves

Father's kindness, one deep bond of love

Pray father forgive my sins, bow my head, kneel to father

Leaves fall, bare branches, there autumn comes

Snow falls, roads covered, so winter arrives

Sixty though old still has vigor

The wife day and night stays near

Morning and evening the young one attends

The third lady graceful, the husband often worn

Children, grandchildren so hope to salvage tomorrow

Salvaging tomorrow to keep one thing

The old teacher

Calendar pages fall, so fear death

The young son-in-law must go out

Wife and children many, becomes busy

About to say goodbye to life

The old teacher so fears death

Wanting the young of the nation

Family visits wait it out

Done with responsibility to life

Brother Côn

Let time march on

...

Joy in a brood of children and grandchildren

Truly content with life

Returning from visiting grandmother, my heart is shattered

Children and grandchildren many, yet she lives so lonely

Absent her husband, her spirit lacking

...

Why not live together, adding warmth

Both saving money and helping one another

Mother less lonely, the child comforting

Grandchildren visit grandmother, she is heartened

Friends come to visit, the heart lighter still

Though far from home, there is still someone to watch over