you, the Buddha who's had pity on me
that from so many vicissitudes of life I am free;
my eyes to look at anyone without shame,
piety and loyalty kept, I've attained my aim.
you, my beloved Vietnam fatherland
lavishing your favor on me, I understand,
four thousand years our history
many examples magnanimous, indomitable!
you my kind parents who gave me birth
me up, educated; proud to be on earth,
know the evil to avoid, with the good to comply:
credit is due to them, the merit mountain-high.
you everybody everywhere far and near,
lineage, my family precious, my friends dear
have been fond of me in this life in chime,
existence is always beautiful like springtime.
you, America, the Americans humane
receiving with wide arms people mundane
relieving on the globe so many a soul
distinguishing race, color, just those in dole.
you, Abbot, my Master, each bonze, nun
giving me Wisdom long since well done.
rich graces to develop my mind wakerife
provided me with enough luggage in life.