《乜得咁廋》 Why so slender?
Why are you grown so slender? Truly it makes men pity you.
Methinks that surely loves excess impels grief to tug at your heart-strings.
I see you are so frail that you can scarce bear the weight of your garments: insensibly the lines of your countenance have changed.
I warn you, penetrate the meaning of those words ‘wanton joy!’ Be not so spell-bound!
Love is most shrewd in dealing vivacity a hurt.
Look you! The infatuate butterfly in the flower’s chamber, how madly he dreams.
Though your love be exceeding deep, it is not wise to be thus enamoured.
Needs must you take thought.
Say not that you care but for wanton joy and reck nothing of fate’s brevity.
Incarnate in a single body, prithee, how many human destinies can you combine?