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126 Cantonese Love Songs So that I will not wake up separated from you, alone to face the red lamp?137 Song 52 Do Not Dream I advise you not to dream, because I fear we may meet in our dreams, And once awakened, nothing remains; The very word 'parting' burns my soul. My lord, you have travelled to the edge of the horizon, while I am a weed138 drifting on the water's surface. Thinking of you I secretly play my pipa;139 Oh! How many sorrows pulsate in each finger! Were you not so constant a lover, my lord, you could not have brought me to such a pass: See how thin I have grown. Can I still say I am like a flower? Although today my love-passion is great, it is of no avail. Woe is me! Sadness has ten thousand roots. You have wronged me in leaving me lovesick and without a master [i.e. one to protect and support]. I have cried blood-red tears. Song 53 The Bonds of Love The bonds of love bind two hearts together. But your loved one is confined in the tender village [i.e. the house of entertainment]. My lord, either you are unwilling to loose these bonds or I have tied them too tightly. Your mind is dazed like that of a self-indulgent ruler [i.e. a debauchee, a rake]. 137 See Songs 64, line 4; 91. 138 See Songs 12 (Part 4), line 2, note; 35 (Part 2), line 14; 52, line 4; 54, line 6; 69, line 24. 139 See Song 12 (Part 4), note. 126 Cantonese Love Songs So that I will not wake up separated from you, alone to face the red lamp?137 Song 52 Do Not Dream I advise you not to dream, because I fear we may meet in our dreams, And once awakened, nothing remains; The very word 'parting' burns my soul. My lord, you have travelled to the edge of the horizon, while I am a weed138 drifting on the water's surface. Thinking of you I secretly play my pipa;139 Oh! How many sorrows pulsate in each finger! Were you not so constant a lover, my lord, you could not have brought me to such a pass: See how thin I have grown. Can I still say I am like a flower? Although today my love-passion is great, it is of no avail. Woe is me! Sadness has ten thousand roots. You have wronged me in leaving me lovesick and without a master [i.e. one to protect and support]. I have cried blood-red tears. Song 53 The Bonds of Love The bonds of love bind two hearts together. But your loved one is confined in the tender village [i.e. the house of entertainment]. My lord, either you are unwilling to loose these bonds or I have tied them too tightly. Your mind is dazed like that of a self-indulgent ruler [i.e. a debauchee, a rake]. 137 See Songs 64, line 4; 91. 138 See Songs 12 (Part 4), line 2, note; 35 (Part 2), line 14; 52, line 4; 54, line 6; 69, line 24. 139 See Song 12 (Part 4), note. ...

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