Disquiet
By Edward Powys Mathers (As Translator)
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.