Nokor Reach - English Translation

English Translation

First English translation	Second translation	Third translation
Verse I Heaven protects our King And gives him happiness and glory To reign over our souls and our destinies, The one being, heir of the Sovereign builders, Guiding the proud old Kingdom. Verse II Temples are asleep in the forest Remembering the glory of the grand kingdom Like a rock the Khmer race is eternal. Let us trust in the fate of Kampuchea The empire which challenges the ages. Verse III Songs rise up from the pagodas To the glory of holy Buddhist faith. Let us be faithful to our ancestors' belief. Thus heaven will lavish its bounty Towards the ancient Khmer country, The Grand Kingdom.	Verse I Heaven save the king Give him happiness and glory Us, servants of the king Want to stay under your shade of glory Of those who have the bloodline of who built temples of rock May rule the Khmer land high and renowned. Verse II Temples are hidden in the forest Reminds of the glory of Moha Nokor The Khmer nation is like an eternal rock We hope and bless, fate of Cambodia The Great state which lives very old. Verse III Every pagodas heard with songs Reciting it to remember Buddhism Let us be faithful to our ancestors' belief Then, heaven will lavish its bounty to the Khmer country, a Great Kingdom	Verse I Heavens protect the King Send him happiness and glory Us, your servants want you to reign O heir of the Sovereign Builders and rule the Khmer Land and make it high and filled with honor. Verse II Temples, hidden and asleep in the forest Remembering glorious Moha Nokor Khmer is eternal like a rock We hope for the luck of Cambodia The empire which challenges ages. Verse III Pagodas, heard with songs Remembering the holy Buddhists Let us be faithful to our fathers' faiths Hence, the heavens will help prosper Cambodia, the Great Kingdom

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