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The Songs 159 With his vulgar eyes he wants his share of the empty fame he esteems so much. He says he is ambitious only for my sake; but is willing to sever passion 's root. From a great distance, we watch you enjoying yourself; while helplessly we look on. Ah me! How foolish it is. Even if you attain the rank you have set your heart on, I will regret it. I am thinking of the widowed phoenix and the companionless peacock, and I feel utterly inconsolable.224 Song 89 The Fan I hold in my hand a Chai [i.e. today's Shandung] silk fan, And I recall that I have not held one for a year. When the hot weather returns I always think of you, my fan, But why when autumn comes are you discarded?225 Generally speaking, as fans are discarded, so men weary of us. Think carefully how men's passions blow now hot, now cold,226 I cannot bear to speak about it. The way of the world is the same: hot and cold. Do not grieve over yourself. Who has not first of all been hot before being cold?227 When you are in a warm place you must reckon with the cold that will follow. When you meet a person for the first time, do not let the heat of your passion run away with you; You may say, 'Well, that is the way things are', but in the frenzy of heat all you have is infatuation. Will you be able to foresee that later on things will change? 224 See Songs 18, line 8, note; 64, line 3. 225 See Song 26, line 8, note. 226 See Song 43, line 3. 227 See Song 13 (Part 1), line 1. The Songs 159 With his vulgar eyes he wants his share of the empty fame he esteems so much. He says he is ambitious only for my sake; but is willing to sever passion 's root. From a great distance, we watch you enjoying yourself; while helplessly we look on. Ah me! How foolish it is. Even if you attain the rank you have set your heart on, I will regret it. I am thinking of the widowed phoenix and the companionless peacock, and I feel utterly inconsolable.224 Song 89 The Fan I hold in my hand a Chai [i.e. today's Shandung] silk fan, And I recall that I have not held one for a year. When the hot weather returns I always think of you, my fan, But why when autumn comes are you discarded?225 Generally speaking, as fans are discarded, so men weary of us. Think carefully how men's passions blow now hot, now cold,226 I cannot bear to speak about it. The way of the world is the same: hot and cold. Do not grieve over yourself. Who has not first of all been hot before being cold?227 When you are in a warm place you must reckon with the cold that will follow. When you meet a person for the first time, do not let the heat of your passion run away with you; You may say, 'Well, that is the way things are', but in the frenzy of heat all you have is infatuation. Will you be able to foresee that later on things will change? 224 See Songs 18, line 8, note; 64, line 3. 225 See Song 26, line 8, note. 226 See Song 43, line 3. 227 See Song 13 (Part 1), line 1. 160 Cantonese Love Songs Alas! You are so deeply bound up with one another. Put the affairs of your heart to one side. Enough! Now that you are cast out in the cold, you do not remember the earlier warmth. Song 90 Knitting a Silken Fabric Boil pure water, hart's tongue [i.e. a plant, a type of rush] and gingko [i.e. a Chinese tree cultivated for its rich foliage].228 Since I am pure and white why should I be afraid of your lightness of love? Wrap the passion-flower and the peppermint in tissue paper229 and give them to me. Although your passion be as thin as tissue-paper, tell me, who can it hurt? Wrap up a few lungans and [Chinese] sand pears/3D Symbols that we shall separate and be parted for some time. How can silk thread pass through the eye of the fine embroidery...

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