Deformation Of Custard Apples Poem by Cui Gya

That year
I was lost on the lakeside of Tonlé Sap
Instant vision of floating house on water
Lacks the fishing song of sunset
A boat selling fruits
Floated in sight with custard apples
I peel the skin like jackfruit
Its pulp is sweet and fragrant
Centuries ago
Shakya Muni after perfume lavage
He must had seen it.
Then the inspiration of natural migration
Was bestowed on temples thousands of years later
That sense of entering the world
Those Angkor-Wat pagoda and buddha
Were manifested by this familiarity and awe
As transformation of custard apples'form and spirit.