Visiting the tomb of teacher Chu Van An

Spring afternoon on Phoenix Mountain
Solemnly burn incense for a week to visit the teacher
Chu Van An was lying here
A lifetime of integrity like a pine tree in the forest

The teacher's house is surrounded by fences and fences.
The petals are starting to cool, hesitantly covered with dew.
Whether prince or commoner
Teaching how to be a human, not how to be an official

A love of country and people
Memorial to the beheading of seven corrupt and corrupt officials
Lightly shake off the official uniform
Come back to be a drop of water in Thanh Luong poor river

Send love in the wind
Amidst the white clouds, the sticky rice is drying at home.
Seven hundred years are about to pass
Where is Tieu An's reputation?

The country forever remembers the teacher's name
Pen and ink shine amid the faint smoke
Tremblingly offering a cup of tea
I hear the sound of a soul mate from the grave.