Sơn / Lou, a name remembered forever

The very sponsor, I here today

And so I have lived to this day

Grateful to my daughter whose effort was boundless

And also the good nature of her husband

Adding in, so nothing is hard

Others endure so many sorrows

In wartime, so many spells of suffering

Phong Lê, not wealthy at all

Fortunately heaven blessed, every step won straight

Sons and daughters achieving continuously

Plus diligence, naturally have a home

The future will come, not far off

Everyone advancing, truly a joy

But George, now advanced in age

Sometimes forgetful, [?] hot water

Hope heaven won't fail George's merit

Wish George health, rosy heart, [?]

This gun about a finger long

Now soft, now hard, day or night as chance dictates

When needed, detoxify, without delay

When happy, fulfill dreams night and day

Pity the monks who eat vegetarian

Must abstain months and years, abstain day and night

Worldly life gentle and pleasant

Must use the gun to be calm, then no sorrow

Fire it off, worries all gone

When out of bullets, drop sorrow, become happy

When the bitterness has run its course

Roll over sleeping soundly, pitch dark, care not

This gun has helped [?]

For so many women, mortals who long

This gun has helped the people

This gratitude remembered forever, the household gun's merit

Old age, weak strength, trembling hands

Dry mouth, hungry belly, cramped legs hard to walk

Aching hips, splitting head beyond compare

Blurred eyes, deaf ears, sometimes weary of life

How glad the youngest daughter newly [?]

A bowl of ice cream sweet eyes with words of care

My heart joyful, sweetness overflowing

Plus the dear son-in-law, friends nearby

Phong Lê, the devoted wife

Always inquiring, body and mind, what joy

Thanks to heaven, thanks to Buddha day and night

Blessing everything, what a happy fate

Awaiting news every minute, every second

Still dead silence, this matter seems suspicious

If joyful they'd have announced at once

Probably not good, why report only sadness

Morning passed, afternoon passed too

Still not a hint, no trace of word

Thinking on, the mind grows tangled

Heart aching, seeking a place to rest

Lying down, the heart still fixed in worry

Throw off the blanket, rise, hand takes pen to write

Old age, a hundred years, who grieves

Why still burdened, sorrow beyond the sky!

Why not be humble, oh child!

Why use a gun to threaten, speak threatening words

And so cause a misunderstanding

Security and order, [?] fuse of fire

Only hope the higher-ups see clearly

Only pray Buddha helps make clear, bless

Henceforth promise to do well

Living well, caring only to help the world

Our mother gave birth to us

When family clashes, mother is the levee

Father is grieved beyond compare

Khắc - Thanh, two words of separation for life

Ích - Nam, resolved not to [?]

That is the way of life, the path to seek

Mother in pain, mother suffering silently

Father's plight, mother's plight, deeply remembered

Help women to live within

Harmony, staying, within family propriety

To divorce is to part and grow distant

To divorce is loneliness, solitude is painful dew

Following father, the thought in mind

Enduring hardship, beside Khắc Thanh

Helping home, helping country, becoming renowned

Fame resounding, good news spreads far

Oh Hằng! oh, oh Hằng!

Sixty-eight years ago, up in the sky

Too far, so how to see clearly

Yellow robe hiding, no more to say

Sacred soul, land of Vietnam, this year [?]

Hằng comes, nearer, wishing to invite

See the face clearly, an age of great affection

Round islands, this [?]

Gazing, gazing on, wanting to embrace for fun.

Vietnam, agrarian, from of old

Degrees also had, just enough, surplus supply

Showing off, wanting to prove heroism

Building a nuclear plant, to display talent

Some said this was wrong

Much harm, little gain, defeat to keep in mind

Authority, resolute, not mistaken

Build the Ninh Thuận plant, resounding for a time

Still holding power to use it freely

By year 17 is the way to implement

Time flies swiftly to the term

Someone again urged, sorrow, don't do it

Loving home, cherishing country, oranges and tangerines

United, [?] eating eagerly, remembering long

Old age, blood pressure easily rises

Need doctors, dentists to help

At leisure, study and explore

Self-massage acupoints, less worry through the days

Open the internet, see right away

The foot, main acupoints, the master's hand steadies the mind

Rub back and forth to the right point

Any illness eases better than drinking ginseng

Try it, and you'll see how it goes

So if satisfied, every night rub away

Glad you have been released to come home

Forget the old affair, satisfied now

Rest, bathe, and let it be

Eat and drink to regain strength, stand and sit worry-free

Uncle Sam, a worthy friend to chat with

Morning and evening confiding, to ease the sadness

Grateful to whoever helped Ánh throughout

Tidy the house clean as a source of comfort

The family longs for reunion

January approaching, east and west gather together

A hundred years, parents' shared age

Glad for parents, reunion in old age

A few years to come, going in and out

So many changes still, who knows heaven's affairs

Now everywhere, place after place

Be happy, united, toward a free life./.

In-laws, who is fortunate like you

Advising the daughter-in-law to care, a hundred springs

Advising the son to endure alone

Helping home, helping work attentively into midday

Helping so the heart is glad, the mind content

So heaven and earth, sun and rain, be harmonious

The lineage clearly shows good manners

Both paternal and maternal sides surely rejoice

Grateful to you of deep blessing and virtue

Wish you forever from now happy always./.

I here have read your poem,

Having read, tears fell in the gloomy night.

Knowing that you still fondly indulge

I cannot come, gentle, heart moved

I always live truly and purely

My strength feels weak, no more hope of the road

I do not wish to dwell on reasons

Only hope to recover, hope for when we meet

We will again live together

We will again hold hands together

Hope you won't be hasty in sorrow

Let me come, sing the verse "living together"

Bát Tràng, native village, place of birth

So much labor of raising, so much love of parents

Migration, so must leave home

Time flows on, my age a hundred now

Thinking over and over, of a time

So many kinfolk gone, where are they now

The Red River still flows turbid red

The cemetery over years, graves become bonds of feeling

Pray to heaven the dead souls be sacred,

Bless the living, live in peace, live safely