You should leave your memories to your delicate heirs;

But you only fall in love with your own bright eyes,

Use yourself as fuel to feed the flames in your eyes ,

Going against yourself, treating yourself too harshly,

Turning a fertile land into a barren field.

You are now the fresh embellishment of the earth,

and the only vanguard of the beautiful spring,

Why bury the wealth in the tender pistil,

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A gentle and mean man wants to be stingy but wasteful?

Have pity on this world, otherwise, greedy husband,

I will devour the world's share, yours and the grave.

2

When forty winters besiege your beauty,

Dig deep trenches in your beautiful garden,

The gorgeous clothes of your youth, so envied by others, will turn into tattered rags, no one will want to look at them:

If people ask you where your beauty lies then,

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Where are the treasures of your youth,

You said, "In these sunken eyes of mine,

Are greedy shame, and useless Praise."

The use of your beauty will be more worthy of praise,

If you can say, "I am a Ningxin child

Will settle my account and forgive. My old man,”

Confirms that his beauty is inheriting your bloodline!

This will revive you in your old age,

and refresh your chilling blood.

Three

Look in the mirror and tell you the face in the mirror.

Say that this face should be made into another one;

If you don't rebuild the palace for it quickly,

You will deceive the world and strip away the mother's happiness.

Because where can a woman be so chaste?

Her virgin fetus does not want to be cultivated by you?

How can a man be so stupid that he is willing to

make his own grave and annihilate his own bloodline?

You are your mother's mirror, in you

She calls back the youthful April of her prime:

Likewise, from the window of your old age You will see -

Your face is full of wrinkles - your golden years.

But if you don’t want to be remembered while you are alive,

then die alone, and your portrait will be with you.