In the evening you often beat us

Beat in the right place and one grows wise at once

You do not know your mother's love

She would not beat, her hand fearing the child

I no longer must hand over much

Body plain, eyes dim and blurred

Your mother still likes being pregnant

I here am too fearful, worried, always sick

Living lasts only a hundred years

Learning, even a thousand years is not enough

Why keep learning, let me explain

Learning is never enough, never excess, why compare

If young you don't learn, what will you do grown

Grown up, learn more to help the world

Many people still suffer, oh dear

Learn then build to make life more beautiful

Sisters once lived together

Today apart, hearts aching

Now far, with whom to discuss

In trouble, whom to ask together?

In time, faithful from first to last

Near or far, we still love one another

Parting, no celebration

Quỳnh Như, being together is enough

The crossroads is precisely today

success or failure of this day should be noted

Wishing to do anything at all

Think it over and over then and on returning

Mind and heart must be clear, not deluded

Clear, then blessings aplenty are created

Deluded, then karma must be repaid

Whatever cause, bad or good, fortune lies in oneself

Dad, someone gave a pot of flowers

All rare flowers and fresh flowers

Read the poem to understand fully

Only then knowing they are truly dear

Wife and children so very attentive

Pot of flowers repays gratitude, joy of homeland

No need for ponds, houses, horses and carts

Precious inside the house first, on the bank later

Thanks for love in a thousand colors

Wishing joy and health, prosperity throughout

At five or seven, what do you know

At fifteen, seventeen, surely grown wise

At twenty, twenty-one, the sound of the lute

turning wise, playing to survive, beware

The outside is mere display

Inside, moral virtue, do not forget

Skill, appearance, speech, conduct above fortune

the word loyalty, love below and above, for whom

Thirty years of marriage have passed

Mind and heart cooperating to build the home country

Labor uncomplaining, the days of plowing

Family and society today benefit

Rich people, strong nation, the dream

Steadfast and united reaching shore repays effort

Hoping Vietnam grows ever rosier

Rosy and bright adorning the mountains and rivers of home

Thirty years of marriage have passed

partners in life, being together is enough

Companions in work night and day

Fulfilling duties, so now the sky is bright

Even going up mountains or out to sea

in mind faith and duty kept in form for life

Spring water can repay its source's grace

Heaven's grace saves, rain always cools the clouds

Let others suck power and drunkenness

I, husband to society, I straighten and adorn

To build a house one needs mortar

Wealth can help both the young and old aunt

The poor not counted at all

Helping with rice and gruel so they live well

Friends devoted and attentive

Why compare people, dear ones respect

Today reviewing the path taken

That I resisted precisely because of my wife

Not fearing dew and stream climbing the hill

Years withered for me, lamp bright

Lotus pond fragrant, ever resounding

Today I offer, forever grateful

Red silk cloth, remember this story always

How to wash the hands clean of mud

Great blessing, not knowing to nurture

Bringing joy to build then throwing it away

Only then knowing money is nothing

If not knowing its use, still sad

I ask everyone remember always

With sincere heart, all sorrow and worry end

Red silk repeating, how sad

If not entangled, sleeping well night and day

From the heart, wishing to live fully

Honesty leaves blessings for husband and children to benefit

Cover ears, feign deafness, look away

Feeling within the family, indifference is not good

Only keeping faith lasts

Dying, leave a good name upon this earth