I love you, I love you so much, dear!

Mother and father on the paternal side have passed away, no more

The one who shared blanket and pillow, where now

Together to the nine springs, long ago, what remains

A brood of children, sons and daughters, many

Each one's work is their own, surely living apart

Đoàn-Trang especially know, [?]

Loving the person like a mother, [?] living together

Day and night, having children living together

Having young ones to always talk with through life

Glad that the Buddha blesses this place

Ask father, ask mother to help satisfy the heart!

[?] care, Phụng in the inner heart

Help so that Phần thị is content and satisfied!

Our Tet is drawing near again

But the family must arrange a new place here

Wanting big or small, a new home now

Everyone is joyful and eager to tidy up

Whose kindness spent the money

Whose kindness tidied, the garden itself so beautiful!

Married dear, the two here rest

People stroll the streets, enjoying life together!

Two children, ardent, close-hearted

Helping father, helping mother, deeply for life

Tending the garden all, not idle

Buying so many things, above and below, keep supplying

Show father, show mother a rosy heart

Filial piety, filial piety, who adds more within

Add mouths, books, and [?]

medicine money

Whose kindness, wishing to dwell in virtue

Buy each day candy and medicine to use

Hygiene kept together, like eating vegetarian

Wishing more, illness turned to luck

Want to know, want to know what medicine

Ask the day, medicine known at once

This medicine helps day and night

Live happily, live healthily now

the lute's sound ./

You are the youngest daughter in the house

Loving father, loving mother, [?]

April will come, nowhere

You worry to arrange everything to help Sơn

[?] the sound of music happier than ever

Orchid, chrysanthemum, peach blossom, apricot blossom

But the spice plants often wrong

Must weigh beforehand knowing right or wrong, don't worry

You within the three fulfilled dreams

Mother happy, mother gentle, mother's heart for you.

The story of buying snails from Rưới!

[?] health and longevity, how so?

Do you intend to look and see how the snails are

If you touch, then give a price to buy

The [?] intends to buy, at what place?

If mother blames, [?]

leave it, must worry, ease the exchange

A small matter, snail hurt, hurt still keeps

Buy the result, keeping high.

Today, the sky is so beautiful!

No hail, no storm and wind, no sun or rain!

The buffalo stands leaning on the coconut tree

You fly and glide, swaying on the branch tips

Nearby, in harmony, at peace

On the road cars race, pedestrians vie with one another

In the garden, sunlit rows of gourd and squash

Friends and close relatives [?]

Together visiting, dining diligently, how joyful!

Poor but the mind is joyful so!

Joy is the most precious, blissful and content,

To live with tact toward one another

Gentle words, sweet speech come first, how precious!

But then to be in accord is joyful so

Having heart, negotiating like tree and wind and branch

Then it is fruit lovelier than a painting

The bond of unity brings renown

Then it is the Joy of the household's Joy

Joy is husband and wife, coming and going content

If brothers are pure of heart within

Helping one another, what could be better

In the home joyful, how the lute plays

Then living long, longer than being human?

Vietnam through wars for generations

The people now and then, resting, oh how sad

Sad or not, wanting to live always

Only hoping to live as the flowing water sweeps along

To live and debate incomparably

Rather die loving, why fault the [?]

Father and child, the clan, kin

Together become dust and sand, gradually where to

Let go, cast off all like the saying

Return to peace, beside kin, so it is said!

Heaven grants living a human life

then it is rare, the filial root turned to life

Life before, life after, always!

The heart-life, good Mind, good words return to peace

Then long rain and sun, you have understood

Wealth and rank, not many days, too much

Silver and gold not lasting, helping one another

Human life, joyful matters, much sorrow after

By forgiveness, the Buddha-heart, beside kin then glad!