'Here was thy father's bed, here in my breast;
Thou art the next of blood, and 'tis thy right:
Lo, in this hollow cradle take thy rest,
My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night:
There shall not be one minute in an hour
Wherein I will not kiss my sweet love's flower.'
“君父之床攬胸中；
為子當承父之榻：
安臥我心壽有終，
日擺搖籃夜不罷：
花離片刻不能忍，
我愛之花我常吻”
