Oh joy, Ms. Treat leaves

Both grandpa and grandma, Treat is delighted

Treat teeth, changing posture, head down

Hands on shoulders, hands down, don't mind anything

Whenever legs tire, take a rest

Rested, then continue, hands lean on shoulders

Gazing, Treat's legs are so long

Turn away, turn back, bye bye time's up.

Long rest, one month, has passed

Treadmill, walking again, truly wonderful!

Thirty minutes have passed

And the body's not tired, that's the best

Massage legs, massage calves a while

Bengay, effective, strength recovers

Three hours brief rest to gather momentum

Half hour more walking, our strength is durable

grace of the Teacher is true grace, grace from above

Still got well, endure through this noon!

The earth turns and is still turning

So many things happen every day

Here an earthquake collapses houses

There smoke and fire spew out enormously

In the world scholars are everywhere

Some uneducated suffer all their lives

To the east the sky is so beautiful now

To the west clouds soon repay, covering all

Newly born, young and dazzlingly pretty

Growing old, gray hair, still here, no teeth

Late night most beautiful is Lady Moon

Daytime too hot, Fire knows no restraint

The world has many who are arrogant

The foolish, poor, must risk to make a living

To live one must strive to be frugal

Then eat, then healthy, remember this counsel for life TP

Yellow leaves have fallen everywhere

Signaling autumn's end, the sky turns to winter

The sky appears gray, no longer rosy

People with warm clothes avoid the winter cold

Gloves, socks must be worn

Work pursued up hills, down ravines

Those on rivers with boats

Must also attend carefully to cover all sides

A warm family, husband and wife

Grandchildren and children harmonious, coming and going together

Sad but the sorrowful ones

Lack rice, lack clothes, long illness, lack money

Migration requires perseverance

Only then no sorrow, no homesick trouble!

Winter comes, missing friends from the same homeland

Settled in the same place, no work, resting

Cannot indulge the four pleasures of leisure

Missing children, grandchildren, full or empty, no sorrow

Morning and evening Buddhist sutras always read

Sports, exercise, a source of solace

Keeping this body healthy

Daily news, eagerly understood

Those who have a compassionate heart

Visit each other when the sky is fragrant, no rain

Old age fears shadows, so guards against

One day, mishap, who will shed tears of grief!

Now the mind avoids worry

Compassion, charity, always kept in mind.

Sitting sad, recalling youthful years

So many years affectionate like branch and flower

Time flows on, precious and pure

Heaven grants the couple to still live together

One son, one daughter, at ease

Working comfortably, each having a child

Deep love, filial duty truly complete

grace of heaven, grace of Buddha, land pours onto us

Always live truly to oneself

Through the months and years, praying that affection never fades

Why is there complete silence of news?

Perhaps a big storm made the mine explode more

Or the ruins spreading further

The patient has been diagnosed calmly, standing and sitting

Or the day of examination [?] sitting

Or the result delayed, must be held

In any case it's not a trivial matter

Awaiting news of results, father patiently waits

The couple tallest in the Phùng family

Both the healthiest of our whole family

Most numerous children, most affection

Most sons ranked first, born and prosperous

Parents spared from worry

Most regular weekly, eldest daughter comes to visit

Father's love, mother's love, deep and warm

What more could there be, the years are already happy.

October coinciding with the day

The court case to be tried today, the man of the house

Parents happen to be too far away

Young hearts anxious, hoping it goes smoothly

A small matter merely like a fly

Nothing worth mentioning, yet breeding hatred

They did not trespass, making noise

Boldly raise a gun to threaten if intruding

It is truly a misunderstanding

So the accusation itself lit the fuse

Hoping the court examines and speaks clearly

Forgive, doing good, nothing better

Also hoping the man drops all resentment

Return to joy is better than self-sorrow.

Who is it that kills our people

Napalm by the hundredweight, dropped without stopping

Merely fearing the communists' great renown

If they win, turning back would be too late

Devising schemes to drive out the French

Then to become masters, so long awaited

But instead fell into the trap

America helped Vietnam in every way

Now far off, reflecting on the shift

Dividing the country was not unjust

The mistake came at the time of turning red

The Viet Cong took control, the east was lost

The poor people had to flee

So many died, standing and sitting, weeping

Away from home, in times of trouble and weariness

Thinking over and over, overflowing feelings

Under French colonial rule, what joy was there!

Wanting to go to school, only sorrow

The French wanted us ignorant and dull

So the schools became blind

Opium, alcohol and beer lured people

Gambling, drinking, all in supply

Fall in and a man's whole life is ruined!

Fellow folk, aunts and uncles, everyone!

Come with heart to do good, help life a bit

So many poor and suffering all seasons

Lack food, lack clothes, truly lack money

Moved at heart, I think first of all

How to help them, help right away

Clothes already old, now discarded

Surplus goods, donate at once, clearing the house

Notify me immediately, ah

I'll come right over to collect it

Wait for a good session today

I'll bring it to give, give right to the poor

They rejoice, relieved from hardship

Fellow folk [?] help [?]

If the name Vĩnh Cửu ('Eternal') is fate

Heaven's fate is set, nothing mysterious!

Birth registration, stone engraved with a mark

Half a life repaying debts, half returning to heaven

Your name Vĩnh Cửu, oh sir!

Wholeheartedly, with all strength, helping the Phùng-Lê family

Now is the moment you return

May you peacefully move to the realm of heaven

Praying you rest in the right place

In the nine springs forever, may Buddha love you!

In winter my wife sits beside me,

Why not think of the luck in life?

Instead lamenting, sighing full and empty

Bringing the mind to worldly matters, where!

This lady though she has a big house

But there's no all-night watching and waiting

So the friend remains forlorn

Think it through thoroughly, don't doubt the loved one

First, one must be reasonable

Then it's cozy, loneliness gone!

Tuesday the eleventh, awaiting news

Past noon, still silence, oh dear man

[?] why so absent of any word

Silence of news, we set it aside

Parents waiting, dreaming

Court declares acquittal, ending father's waiting

Hoping there will be good news

grace of heaven and Buddha, father awaits.