MY OWN LIFE.( CHILDREN).

Children born mother only hands,

My seven fragile breath vapor deposition.

Of life to remember thanks heaven,

So they are healthy today.

The mother's milk I have ever thrown

In such oa oa laugh without crying.

In the two-year-old children as infants,

Chao tasting spoon only knew each mother blows.

When grown, the chronic pain disease,

Motherhood parent must officially cloudy nights.

Low birth nightmares hungry ghosts,

Glue in the dark places of the chest.

Thanks to fate, I Dependence of the Buddha,

As soon as night chanting Amitabha,

Frying right, nightmares stalking him.

Luc Now you understand the new transmission,

In her own career by children.

Study it was also changing sea of ​​misery,

Just practice hard for the new end time.

Children still live in the inner mind of thought,

Should see the whole life of suffering.

Wholesale mother knew I had so much?

Have a parent but I still lonely.

And several times throughout the night to think,

Wet eyes so long settled practices pain trafficking.

I just want to follow Buddha's path,

Prayed a long practice of all business units.

Bringing Dharma spread all over like anchors,

Bridge of being color nirvana. END=VIETNAMESE TRANSLATE ENGLISH BY BACH LIEN HOA.NAM MO SHAKYAMUNI BUDDHA.( 3 TIMES ).5/1/2012.OM MANI PADME HUM.( 3 TIMES ).