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(I love you, Namtai, with all my heart)
Maid of Athens, ere we part,
Give, oh, give back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
Zoë mou sas agapo.
Byron
Poo-ying of Thailand, ere we part,
Give, oh, give me back my heart!
Give, oh, give me back my heart!
Before I board that 747
To fly away from seventh heaven
To a darker, colder sky -
Rak kun Namtai mot hua-jai.
By those tresses silky black,
Cascading down your burnished back,
By those eyes of almond shape
In which my soul finds sweet escape,
I promise that, until I die,
Rak kun Namtai mot hua-jai.
By those lips I love to kiss;
Joop pak and hawm - both will I miss.
By that waist - half this of mine! -
Which I’m enraptured to entwine,
This sacred vow I’ll ever sigh:
Rak kun Namtai mot hua-jai.
Poo-ying of Thailand! I am gone
Back to my depressing home
6,000 miles to the west;
But Thailand still, for me is best!
With heavy heart I say goodbye:
Rak kun Namtai mot hua-jai.
© Bangkok Byron, 2007. All rights reserved by the author.
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