In life, who loves fame and rank

It is also wealth and money filling the storehouse

High houses, cars and carriages abundant

Servants, back and front, help to make it complete

Wife and children like fish and dragons gathering

Friends coming and going, joyfully making bonds

Wine and gambling, gradually

Whoever eats morning and night, [?] welcomes

The body is entangled and restless

Wishing to hold a bag of silver hidden in the body

Then it easily slips away bit by bit

Late at night going abroad, hiding oneself overseas

In the heart, knowing this is wrong

The country already withered, long days dreary sad

Regret that someone mistakenly led along

Not fluent, not skilled, foolish ones sadden the country

The people throughout the whole country always suffer

When will the people get to see the source of clear water!

Sending a letter, then waiting for a reply

Day and night still waiting silently for news

From the past until the hour of Thìn,

But why, dead silent with no news at all

So the mind grows doubtful

Is it illness, lack of work, or meeting misfortune

Hoping that uncle finds leisure

Hoping too that parents find peace

Hoping too the children stay diligent through the days

Diligent, enduring hardship, studying day and night

The family wishes for calm and peace

Future happiness, blessings filling the house

Wishing the whole family a good New Year

Whatever is prayed for is granted, Buddha bestows the blessing.

Mr. Kim Sơn, I have received it

You and the one photographed, so beautiful

Rejoicing for the couple, both healthy

And upon the lips, there is a smile.

Wishing the present all joyful

Wishing the future, lasting happiness

Why not invite mother to travel

To enjoy the marriage, as one wishes

A mountain of gold in hand, or already have

The sun for father, when heaven has mercy

Esteemed person is friend Anh Phùng

Coming to visit me, harmonious and joyful

The past month, you had to worry

Relatives did not know the whole story

The matter as small as a fly

But wicked-mouthed people turn tail into head

Friend Sam had to stay awake all night

Informing An clearly so as to know the news

You are not of the dragon age

Ox age, morning and night like a print must plow

Working without rest at noon

Wife and children far apart, longing remains

Mr. Sam gave his whole heart

The Phùng family cooperates, so much effort waiting

Helping you fulfill the dream

Returning home to rest on time as hoped.

Today the crane's age nears a hundred

Eating and drinking fully, standing and lying quite well

The headache is gone, all soothed

Only the itching illness remains, busy itching endlessly

Both buttocks also no longer wretched

The soles still ache, long days rubbing

The treadmill must rest, going in shifts

Having rice a friend is more precious all day

Having a belt far apart until now

Both hands hug the belly day and night without letting go

Email, news lingering about

Old age there is, though far from worldly matters

Near and far, chattering on and on

Day and night we know then here and there

Wishing the old ones to be fully together

Loving oneself, united, full of discussion

No one must worry anymore

Everyone is happy, no more pain truly!

How rarely parents near a hundred

Yet still healthy, eating and sleeping in peace

Old age, the years and months of life's region

Lucky sons, lucky daughters, chattering and talking

Heaven grants high age, no coughing

Grandchildren and children caring and helping along

And nurses ready as well

Day and night guarding just like family

Bát Tràng is the far-away homeland

Though cannot visit, yet it is so missed.

Advising children, advising grandchildren night and day

Repaying kindness and duty, ever diligent to do

How to be satisfied only then content

How to make the people happy, father does then is at ease

Civilized, progressive, living kindly

Freedom, independence, that is heaven on earth

Listen carefully, my child

When I die, leaving a name is my instruction to you.

Grateful to those who give cards and flowers

Giving too clothes, also hats and scarves

Clothes, scarves and hats for all seasons

Spare paper too, someone offers along

Advice, care in general

Medicine always ready to use morning and night

Advice, gentle words

Truly happy, adding more years and days.

In the past, bows and crossbows, swords and blades

Now weapons, abundant, modern

War, in times truly needed

Brought out to destroy enemies, sacrificing life in hatred

Life's affairs truly so fleeting

Alive today, dead tomorrow, prison, life and death

Killing each other, don't speak of love

So many soldiers dead, truly terrifying

Fallen soldiers, full and empty

Remember the merit forever, engraving it for life

O those who guard the country's rivers and mountains

O those who protect the ancestors and lineage

In the past remembering duty, remembering the elephant

Now weapons gleaming over mountains and rivers

Common folk, cities, fields

Frontiers blocking enemies from entering

How wretched, the enemy enters the pond

Leaping over the war ramparts, rushing across

So the fighting is torn to shreds

Both sides soldiers die, oh so sad

Remembering the day soldiers died, tears pour

Fallen soldiers, grieved source, bitterness!

This channel measures a half-span lengthwise

So many men glance and gaze sideways

Outwardly it appears pinkish

Passing the channel, how deep or shallow clearly

Through the years the mind yearns

This time the long river advances into the palace

No rain, water pours endlessly

Mind ecstatic, leisurely lowered now

Rest a while then stop

Withdrawing troops out of the channel, to mountains and rivers

Thanks to heaven, thanks to the land of Hồng

Children and grandchildren complete, the merit of this channel

This morning walking as a pair

You go ahead, I go behind

Clear sky, cool wind, beautiful hue

Suddenly a sad, troubling sound

"Tạch" then, "tạch" again continuously

Afterward a sound "âm" follows right after

The wind wafts and flies by

There's a foul smell, oh dear, so sad

Then hear "Tạch" again truly sad

Asking then it's clear you sadly had to poop.

Back home you hurriedly change clothes

Because it already spilled full into the pants.

Sitting bored, the mind wants to write poetry

The toilet is the place for good ideas

[?] the buttock feels a movement, then knows

Tạch tạch a few sounds, smell fills the room

Pushing back and forth, back bent

A line of six words floats out

The next line of eight words, jade and ivory

The golden color so beautiful it makes one moved

Anyway the mind feels quite happy,

Because the belly is lightened of worldly smell

Take hand, take paper to wipe abundantly

Take water to wash more, the floor all clean now

Put on pants, go to sleep and rest

The six-eight poem is now finished.

Congratulations, grandmother now has a grandchild

The date of the child's birth, so much awaited

The child's name grandmother keeps in her heart

Grandmother carries and cradles freely morning and evening

Hoping the Lord cherishes, the Lord loves

The Lord loves, the Lord helps, wealth in body

Gradually the child grows bit by bit

Always healthy, gaining weight steadily

Grandma! Grandma! opening the mouth, calling out

Those are two sweet words embroidered with deep love

Life's affairs come again quietly

For work, for duty, must separate

When will grandmother be at ease

Grandmother visits the child again, how happy

Hoping the child healthy and joyful now

Praying the child's mother stays steady, living together

Wishing the child's father lives together

Always embracing, to gather in joy together.

First-born, how joyful!

How many kilos, is the face pretty

Hoping for big eyes, rosy cheeks

Limbs plump, skin looking evenly fair

What name, who gave it, who embroidered it

Matching heart, matching mind, then all cherish

Eating and drinking, wishing as usual

Sleeping soundly as hoped, father dotes, mother waits

The infant is a whole dream

So much effort and wealth, paternal gives, maternal watches

Constantly carried, constantly cradled

Hoping to grow quickly, father waits ever

Next year add another girl, number two

Making father and mother joyful through the years

Work, earning a bite to eat

Is already a struggle, legs and belly aching

Far from home, sometimes headache

Loving father, missing mother, now and then must return

Looking at grandmother's photo, so full of love

Old age, weak strength, not easy to keep in mind

Oanh is sometimes forgetful, sometimes mistaken

So Thanh Tú works, praying to heaven

Hoping heaven protects everywhere

Especially the Đỗ family, may fortune improve

Huy here, hardship not complete

Wholeheartedly serving the country and the home

The married grandchildren within help us

Then we must remember the kindness through the years

In the past already made the kitchen-god costume

This year winter dances, no pants to stroll about

Cold season, many shirts is a gain

And many colors, so pretty, madam

Covered above, open below, clearly showing

A genuine kitchen god, don't just look at it

Suddenly with love then look

Saying it's rude, worrying life lacks pants

My child, when spring is about to come

Please stop giving shirts, give pants to father