Shiva effortlessly dances,
Destroying centuries of labor and toil.
Jungle creeps hypnotically to his rhthym:
Trees and vines twist and tangle,
Topple and tumble.
The Great Mother reclaims what she once lended...
Farewell to the great civlizations of yesteryear.
Let memory fade into history,
As history becomes legend,
And legend becomes myth...
For what is a myth, but a dream of the past?
And what is a dream, but a vision of Now?
O Cambodia,
When will we awaken to this precious moment?
Our past is clouded in gunsmoke,
Stained red with bloodshed.
Today I glimpsed the brilliance of Light,
Radiating in your children's eyes.
It just reminded me:
Wake up...
