CAMBODIA

Brother, my thought of you

In this letter on a palm-leaf

Goes up about you

As her own scent

Goes up about the rose.

The bracelets on my arms

Have grown too large

Because you went away.

I think the sun of love

Melted the snow of parting,

For the white river of tears has overflowed.

But though I am sad

I am still beautiful,

The girl that you desired

In April.

Brother, my love for you

In this letter on a palm-leaf

Brightens about you

As her own rays

Brighten about the moon.

Love Poem of Cambodia.