Oh joy, blessings as many as sands of the Ganges

One family, a doctorate, two renowned ladies

He is a famous doctor

She is a pharmacist through the five night-watches [?]

The whole household counsels one another

Father and mother teach with much effort all seasons

Brothers, sisters, children and grandchildren of the fairy and dragon

Day and night studying, crossing rivers mountains and hills

Now a doctorate for a lifetime

Overcoming hardship many times, worthy of praise

Thailand, father and mother also coaching

Grandfather Nguyễn Cự, lotus fragrance scenting the sky

Old Thành, Trít, have you abandoned me?

That rice, cold with tears, my Thành feels sad

Leaning on time you always keep away from me

That bed is dull, no more source of comfort

Lacking a companion to be joyful with

Ah, Hằng the poem is far off in the clouds

Who then to befriend, oh heavens!

Only the King of the Underworld faces me all life long

Knowing I am ill, at once he asks

The lord not eagerly summoning me at once

Whenever I get over my illness

With a wave of the hand, it is time for change

Farewell, taking leave of the cloud realm

Grace above, grace below, remembered all my life

The twelfth of September, Wednesday

The son, missing his father, has been worrying

The aged mother of a hundred years waits

So many years, days and months, a dream of gathering together

Precious is the moment of reunion

Gathering the names, mountain firm, highest

Heaven grants the inner gathering firm

The family healthy, wishes fulfilled

Thanks to Heaven, thanks to Buddha keeping watch

Hoping everyone meets good things, mind at peace

Long ago, still young, still fresh

East West South North, everyone fond of me

At dawn, already saw Trít, yes

At noon friend Vịn comes and goes

Evening, whatever wrestling, no matter

That bed urges, who is awake here

Thành here also wishes to be merry

East West four directions, day by day waiting

Broken instrument, all just dreaming

Though the eyes are dim, silky hair still remains

Only now understanding the young days

So many stories, stories crackling like popping firecrackers

Thanks to Heaven, thanks to Buddha, thanks to the ancestors,

Granting us long life, husband and wife side by side

Both of us healthy, in proper place

Both not yet confused, what could be better

Children and grandchildren succeeding, nothing compares

In every branch there is one, they say each

In truth it is not from talent

Only from diligence, so each succeeds

Once successful, keep a good name

Do nothing bad, lest the good be lost

Heaven lets one live cultivating carefully

With compassion and charity toward the world

Helping the people be less adrift

Helping the people prosper, then life is at peace!

My child! Age grows higher every moment

You should find friends, coming and going for joy

Slow of foot, later you will be melancholy

Now you should know how to come and go

Depending as the sky has moon and stars

Then we manage coming and going as the heart wills

Father and mother live [?] too far away

[?] who is close, deep affection nearby

Is there anyone truly of close affection

Heed the advice, what needs to be heard

All around, no lack of friends

Find a good friend, riding the same car together

Then discuss matters in general

Help one another sincerely, reuniting having each other

Mid-Autumn and Labor Day coincide

Shops wide open, growing rich by stocking up

Common folk, the countryside still [?]

Also worship, connecting the dear ones in the house

Cakes made of all kinds, come out right

There is candy and jam, there are products

Here are cakes and candies, nourishing

There baked cakes come out on Saturday

Lady Hằng is up in the clouds

She looks down, joy filling her heart

The common folk living warm and gentle

Merry eating, merry drinking, celebrating joyfully

When you go home, do you remember me?

Missing you, I gaze at Lady Moon for comfort

Deep night, sobbing with fullness

Already lain, cannot sleep, each moment sitting up again

The rice eaten cannot go down

That water, just sipped, then spat out

Each time the shadow slants at dusk

A sliver of night falls, coming and going I miss you!

Hearing you like to go fishing

Fishing for what, do tell, let me serve once

Fishing by day needs no lamp

Fishing by night, surely, by the river and lake

Shrimp, crab, frog, toad, climbing perch

Fishing bait just worms, luring them, right!

I here only like the pink fish

Velvet rose, cinnamon rose, [?] rose, blooming rose

Where you fish, show clearly, let me see

Remember the young give up, but bait still smells fishy!

Be joyful, gather together

Help yourself, help friends, the same before and after

War left the country tattered

Determined to unite, life will surely flourish

From now finding every way

Help family, help country, love without bound

Success done, remember there is opportunity

Await more merit, gradually for the hoped-for country

Grandparent here, already past a hundred

Thanks to Heaven, luckily standing the years in peace!

Today, the grandchild has a kind heart

Coming to visit and wish grandparent well, one family reunited

The grandchild minds not the distance

Having used heart and strength, so precious!

Time always rushes by

From now, in days to come, how will we meet again!

Today, meeting face to face, how glad!

When we part, this affection kept in heart!

The word of eating, the word of filial piety, hard to hold

More precious than gold and silver, echoing forever!

Hoping the grandchild finds ease

Then later help the country, help life prosper in peace!