India

when to the sessions of sweet silent thought,

I summon up remembrance of things past,

Indonesia

I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:

Thailand

Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,

For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,

Nepal

And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,

And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight;

Malaysia

Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,

And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er

Myanmar

The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,

Which I new pay as if not paid before.

But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,

All losses are restor'd, and sorrows end.