Don't Forget Our Country

Dear readers,

This poem described about a man who now lives in the rural area of Cambodia expressed of his feeling about his beloved girl who are now living in the United States. Because he is poor farmer, he can not find any happiness for her. So she get married with an aged man from the USA.

He missed her very much especially for every cloudy sky. Maybe for every cloudy sky, she and he used to do something together. He cried when he heard the sound of thunders, the sound from the frogs cries and the rhytm of the falling rain.

The poor farmer just would like to persuade her not to forget our old Cambodia that used to be the glorious country in the past. Please be happy with that aged husband and come to visit our Cambodia when you're wealthy... it is the last word of the poor farmer...

Bopha Stung Saen

Stung Saen is a river flowing accross a province of central Cambodia, Kampong Thom. Stung Saen links the upland of Kulen mountain to the Great Lake "Tonlesap".

Kampong Thom is rich by its natural resources. You can see everywhere in Kampong Thom the rice fields, mountains, rivers, lakes, forests. And the biggest attraction of Kampong Thom is the beauty of Kampong Thom girls.

I usually visit Kampong Thom for my field works. I felt deeply fall in love with it. I dedicate this song to all the people living in Kampong Thom, to all of my friends who are always there for me and especially to the beautiful girl in Kampong Thom who is always in my dreams...

"... During the sun set

I can see the colorful water in the Stung Saen

The river that flows abruptly in the long distance

And I am sad to think of my beloved one.....

I am a tourist from another place

And I meet my beloved in this river

She is a rower with an attractive beauty

And my mind led me to see her house.....

She is a flower of Achar Leak

And her beauty took my heart away

A city man like me start falling in love

Thinking of her as life partner.....

Please the flower of Stung Saen don't change her mind

Come stay with me forever

I will devote myself in the land of Elephant Steping on the Tiger (Damrey Chorn Khlar)

May the ricefield of Rokar be the witness of our love....."..