Living in the Khmer land at the border getting the food offerings from foreigners.
Getting separated from all children who used to make scrumptious food offerings.
As a Guardian Spirit I still safeguard the Khmer land to stay intact.
But some children abandon their land inheritance leaving behind the [ancestral] land that they used to enjoy.
Before there were Khmer food and language now those things are disappearingly gone.
I am the Guardian Spirit who is deeply worried seeing land-grabbing thieves near and far come to make food offerings.
Oh Khmer people I beg for your forgiveness please come cross the border to make food offerings to me.
Because I want to live longer avoiding any more poverty.