1. 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. 2. 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. 3. 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.
1. 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. 2. 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. 3. 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
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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. 2.
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. 3. 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
Que le ciel protège notre Roi Et lui dispense le bonheur et la gloire. Qu'il règne sur nos coeurs et sur nos destinées, Celui qui, héritier des Souverains bâtisseurs, Gouverne le fier et vieux Royaume.
Les temples dorment dans la forêt, Rappelant la grandeur du Moha Nokor. Comme le roc, la race khmère est éternelle, Ayons cofiance dans le sort du Campuchéa, L'Empire qui défie les années.
Les chants montent dans le pagodes A la gloire de la Sainte foi Bouddhique. Soyons fidèles aux croyances de nos pères. Ainsi le ciel prodiguera-t-il tous ses bienfaits Au vieux pays khmer, le Moha Nokor.