Remember the homeland

March 10th is the death anniversary of the ancestors.
Hung Temple is filled with incense smoke.
The old cotton tree covered with red scarf
Shaking bamboo stick to feel the way

Four thousand years of gathering
The sky and earth are open and joyful
Nghia Linh shines with morality
Children and grandchildren, generation after generation.

A feast full of love and remembrance
The altar is fragrant with flowers.
Loyal man, talented woman, beautiful woman
Hero of a strip of mountains and rivers

Distant island towards the homeland
Burn incense in your heart
Soldier at the forefront
Hardworking to guard the mountains and rivers

The country bows in memory
How many children are gone forever
How many children asked to be absent?
Haven't visited my hometown yet.

Incense smoke flies to heaven
The remaining earthly heart remembers
Crowds of people going to the festival
Please always remember your roots.