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.
Temples are asleep in the forest,
Remembering the splendour of Moha Nokor.
Like a rock the Khmer race is eternal.
Let us trust in the fate of Campuchea,
The empire which challenges the ages.
Songs rise up from the pagodas
To the glory of holy buddhistic faith.
Let us be faithful to our ancestors' belief.
Thus heaven will lavish its bounty
Towards the ancient Khmer country, the Moha Nokor.
aslen;
Som pouk tepda Raksa Moha khsath yeung
Oy ban roung roeung Doy chey monkol serey soursdey
Yeung Kjom preah âng Som chrok krom molup preah boromey
Ney preah noropdey Vong khsattra del sang prasat thmor
Kroup kraung den Khmer Borann thkeung thkann.
Prasath sela Kombang korn dal prey
Kuor oy sromay Neuk dol yuos sak moha nokor
Cheat Khmer dauch thmor Kong vong nov lar or rung peung chom hor
Yeung sâng khem por Pheup préng samnang robos Kampuchea
Moha roth keut mien You âng veanh heuy.
Kroup wat aram Leu ter so sap thoeur
Sot doy am nor Rom leuk kon poth sasna
Cho yeung chea neak Choeu chiak smos smak tam bep donta
Kong tè tevada Neung chuoy chrom chréng phkot phkang pra yoch oy
Dol pratéh Khmer Chea Moha Nokor.
