The King's Lament

O my love, I miss you and am sleepless.

My distress overwhelms me.

Surly I am on the point of death?

I endure your absence but tears flow, glisteing

May the Gods take pity and help me to live.

What can I do? You have been stolen, my darling,

You who were close to me, united with me.

Even if they killed me, cast me away, dead,

I would rather have you.

I would risk my life, cut off my life with no regret.

Sri Hariraksha Surya Adipati (Ang Duong) of Cambodia (1840-1860)

Composed in Pad Baky Prampuon (Nine-syllable Metre)