"Wait a while，" he therefore said smilingly； "let me unravel this excellent-finality song of yours； do you mind？"
"Please by all means go on with the interpretation，" urged the Taoist； whereupon Shih-yin proceeded in this strain： strapon shop
Sordid rooms and vacant courts， Replete in years gone by with beds where statesmen lay； Parched grass and withered banian trees， Where once were halls for song and dance！ Spiders' webs the carved pillars intertwine， The GREen gauze now is also pasted on the straw windows！ What about the cosmetic fresh concocted or the powder just scented； Why has the hair too on each temple become white like hoarfrost！ Yesterday the tumulus of yellow earth buried the bleached bones， To-night under the red silk curtain reclines the couple！ Gold fills the coffers， silver fills the boxes， But in a twinkle， the beggars will all abuse you！ While you deplore that the life of others is not long， You forget that you yourself are approaching death！ You educate your sons with all propriety， But they may some day， 'tis hard to say become thieves； Though you choose （your fare and home） the fatted beam， You may， who can say， fall into some place of easy virtue！ Through your dislike of the gauze hat as mean， You have come to be locked in a cangue； Yesterday， poor fellow， you felt cold in a tattered coat， To-day， you despise the purple embroidered dress as long！ Confusion reigns far and wide！ you have just sung your part， I come on the boards， Instead of yours， you recognise another as your native land； What utter perversion！ In one word， it comes to this we make wedding clothes for others！ （We sow for others to reap.）