• 《自悔》 Repentance
Truly I also am ill-content.
‘Think you my love’s lightness casts a slur on you?
Wait! My passion’s mood is veering round, now I’ll be good to you, and none too late.
Folk say that, if wine be choice, you must drain half the bottle e’er you know its flavour.
Since erstwhile my ears were weak to your cozening, therefore I am so infatuate.
To-day, though the river water be so deep, yet together you and I must punt our craft to the end.
Ah! Almost half my life is spent.
‘Twas not my reckoning to live without you.
As thoughtfully I muse how once your heart’s care guarded me, tell me, how can I venture to ill-treat you?