Happy is the home where God abides,
Happy is the home where peace resides,
Happy is the home where love ever blooms,
Happy is the home where hatred never booms.
Sweet are loving children’s kisses,
Sweet are the smiling children’s faces,
Sweet are the chanting children’s voices,
Harsh are quarrelling children’s noises.
The little games babies play
The little words babies say
Make them all dear
To all who are near.
We have moved together through thick and thin,
We have hugged each other in stress and strain.
How long shall we trail with our faltering gait!
We are waiting for our children with an open gate.
How committed we were to our children’s nurture!
How concerned we are about their future!
How anxious we are about their spiritual health!
Less anxious we are about their material wealth.
Oh my children, are you full of fancy,
Haven’t you passed the stage of infancy?
You have to think of something real;
Hard work at your desk is ideal.
We have no hard nut to crack,
We have no heavy stone to break.
The problems that our children have
May God help them to easily solve.
At home in summer’s heat,
At home in my paternal heart,
Withers the hope of a get-together
Of all my children I wish to gather.
How much we yearn for our children’s call!
By no means would it on deaf ears fall.
How much we share their joys and sorrows!
How helpless we feel about their cares and worries!
I haven’t much of an old man’s wisdom,
I have a lot of an old man’s boredom.
What can I do in my languishing age?
Who can make me a venerable sage?
The flesh is weak though the spirit is willing,
The work is urgent but the tools need repairing,
The book is interesting but the print is too small,
How can I read with poor vision and finish it all.