Hoping for someone of my age to sit and chat

Discussing worldly affairs, life's stories in general

How many heroes are in the blue annals of history?

All have died for their cause, showing their will

Hoping children and grandchildren burn with zeal

Driving off the enemy troops, watching from afar

Vietnam is our country

Rich or poor we endure, without complaint

If you refuse to get out

Then we drive you off; you will suffer

Our country, we truly need

As a place to live, to renew when needed

If you want to be a truly close friend

Let us discuss together, near and far standing together

If you are truly sincere as a friend of the people

Then trust will form, and it will last long

Sunday, the ninth, and here

Three more days, gathering more joyfully

Hoping for good news turning rosy

Days waiting, longing hour by hour

Parents wait and dream

Only for a second son, at a good hour and place

Meeting, seeing each other is a blessing

Meeting again, oh so hard, hard to fathom

Now Heaven truly loves greatly

Just a few years more, each goes their own way

Life's affairs are nothing strange

Yellow leaves must fall, flying all around

The old, at the time of dying

Seeking the underworld as a place of rest

Rising in the morning, out of love, I open to read

Immediately see Cẩn's poem by the curtain

It is also a matching poem (our family)

Asking after dearly, precious, truly from the heart

Vi Quỳnh, heart truly pure and clear

So many words of blessing for the family line

Enough for Đào's family far from home

Still caring to ask after, that is precious

Wishing all things go smoothly

Praying for continued health, never sitting still

A heart that thinks of good deeds

Heaven there, Buddha here, and immortals bless always

Here child, my youngest daughter

So many burdens laid upon your shoulders

Your heart is so good, through long days

Helping evening, helping morning, never wrong at all

The words love, filial piety, righteousness, so precious

Helping those giving birth, without a thread of gain

Your heart is truly precious, red and rosy

Ask father Phụng Tài, already fully understood

I, mother, am also about to leave this world

Thinking of my youngest, in every way alone

How can I, mother, rest peacefully in the grave

If you are lonely, living there all alone

Oh child! You are beautiful, you are lovely

I, mother, pray [?] words of peace for you!

Old age, catching colds is common

The key is timely treatment, wind and dew soon gone

In any case, abstain continually

Rest, recuperate calmly, the good shows at once

Đoan-Trang comes to care right away

That is a blessing, Tài is better now

Plus sons and daughters standing and sitting by

Helping mother Phụng stand and sit at ease

Compassionate heart, kind deeds

Rice, noodles, oil, cakes first given as gifts

For the poor near and far

That is creating blessings for family and people

Only then know the heart is truly needed

Making strangers and kin remember for life

The morning sunlight appears

Midday sun overhead, time to rest

Afternoon, shining again to help the world

Then goes to sleep, finding a place to lie

Next day, the heart is again intent

Helping people everywhere, aiming only at good deeds

Must be diligent, or it ends at once

Advancing by night, hard indeed to see the way

Love others and you'll be loved

Life is like that, cannot be taken lightly

The sky's colors, a hundred forms, a hundred hues

Some ponder long before understanding

Why does a child hate their parents

Why does a child call the father a villain

The child still has will, has soul

Why does the child not honor the father

Is the mother still living here? A pretense!

How can the child bear to treat her like a stranger

The orchid is prized, fragrant all around

But the weed flower, who bothers to notice

So many wrong and mistaken things

Must learn to repent without limit, obedient child

The sun overhead until evening

Darkness falls, ending pride, ending fierceness