Never once have I written a poem about Mother,
Nor have I ever penned thoughts of Father.
For even the most profound, flowing verses
Cannot fully convey their boundless grace and worth.

Compare Father to the rivers flowing to the sea,
And Mother to the sky’s air, pure and free.
They send me all the sweetness from life,
Hoping I’ll grow strong, mature, and wise.

Father’s love is calm, no ripples to be seen,
Mother’s grace is full, no stormy sheen.
Their boundless care, sea-deep and sky-high,
No words can capture, no pen can describe.

Mother’s shoulders thin, her pillow stained with sweat,
Father’s hair turned gray, touched by dewdrops and sunlight.
They only wish my path be smooth and straight,
That I not be lost to life’s stormy fate.

Father’s love soars high and infinite,
Mother’s grace is so deep it can’t be measured.
Weigh the vast sea or size the blue sky,
What pen can truthfully describe?

As children, never let Mother’s tears fall,
Nor cause Father’s heart any pain at all.
For one day, we too will grow old,
But their love remains eternally whole.

(By Thịnh Nguyễn)

Translated by: Dhammacetiya

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