What is the most precious thing in life

It is trustworthiness, outside and within the home

To love one another we must think near and far

Keeping faith is the true way to love each other

One heart, regardless of poor or rich

Not changing one's heart, then it lasts

Keeping one's word and honor is what makes it right

Husband and wife in harmony build a nest

Avoid harsh, vulgar words

[?] do not do things against the advice

Fragrant flowers, fragrant throughout America and Vietnam

Wise words and true reason, discuss and advise each other

The fifteenth of June this year

There are honoring flowers, it is Father's Day

Today is the eleventh by the home calendar

Thai and Lan give a hundred, a fruit tree

This money is (money/dad)

Fifteen more is (dad day)

Twenty is [?]/this dad

Keeping another hundred here, father does not refuse

Thank you for the gift offered to me

Month after month, keep sending, today and tomorrow

Mother gave birth to the children

But father raised us, children must remember

Father's merit compares to Mount Ba Vì

We wish father good health, so we may rely on him

Father's day, remembering love, a dream

Loyalty and filial piety, hoped for in the children

The children vow to be truly complete

Help the family, help the whole nation later

Loving father, sons and daughters give gifts

Everyone gives clothes, so there are many clothes

Now, so many of them

Covering above, showing below, rather unsightly

Knowing father neither asks nor demands

Choose boy's pants outside

Father becomes fresh

So not ragged like ten years ago

Long ago there was a printer

But because it used much ink, it was set aside, not printing

Third holiday, met a favorable wind

Thu Lễ gave a printer that works well

Laser brand, a big machine

Printing is very easy, poem paper comes right out

Now, how many copies a day

Just press once, and it's there instantly

A Buddha heart, losing no money

Daughter-in-law with Buddha nature, want anything, it's there

Remember the merit day and night

This poem is sent as a gift, how many daughters-in-law like this now

Dear mother, I have truly returned here

In the living world, work and living, already complete

I have let go of worldly passions, and like it too

Now, I tend to your grave here

Ephemeral, karma ended, now at peace

No need to worry, no need to toil

Month after month, year after year, beside mother

Enjoying the underworld life, from now on

Relatives, aunts and uncles, if you love me

Let me rest, sleep with life

Cover me with earth

That clearly shows you loved me

Wish all who remain good fortune

Healthy and productive, help without rest

Help the young, the old, the sick

So that all may be like me

Rejoice for ending the human lifetime

Wandering the underworld, blessed by heaven

Then, as wished it will be fulfilled

Turning into a bird gliding within the temple realm

Food abundant for all eternity

When wanting to rest, rest near the temple

Listen to sutras and chants, dream

Enjoy incense and smoke, free through four seasons

Sad news, seventh rite, at year's end

Mrs. Hanh of the Hồ family, five full years, cemetery

Then, hearing the master speak

Rite [?], go by ship, mourning and grief

Now comes sister Chất, a great upheaval

Has returned to mother, gone to serve Diêm Vương

Then, who will come, at road's end

Going to the Western Paradise, incense for worship?

Sleep well, at peace, ten thousand years

Beside beloved mother, who also lies here

The past, forget it, don't think of it

Be happy, sleep peacefully ten thousand years

Old people, old scenes, will fade away

It's just the same, all must lie down

Going first is lucky, lucky to escape the world

Praying yet not...

Mother and father nearing one hundred

Sơn and Giỏ, seeing this, cannot rest easy

Together they arrange the kind arrangements

Together they move in, first to live together

Helping father, helping mother, shared work

Help with eating, drinking, taking medicine

Lying, sitting, walking properly

Hygiene, bathing, cannot leave half-done

Words and speech pure and clear

Whenever free, tell good stories

Quan Âm, Thị Kính, the Buddha lady

Read and reread, easing mother and father's troubles

When cozy and warm, naturally nourished

Push the wheelchair, help kind aunt Tám go out

Go out to see unfamiliar streets

Go out to look at shops, where they display

Displaying strange goods known here and there

Mother and father get to see, no more complaining

Pleasing father, pleasing mother, honestly

A filial heart, whether far or near

Mother and father are the most beloved

Should not delay, earnestly repay the debt

Working two days helping without weariness

January, mid-month, Giỏ and Sơn have [?]

Grateful to the children, filial piety in mind

Hoping heaven blesses the filial devotion of the children