I am old wrinkled a little bit,
A woe brought by advancement,
My waist is thickened,
Belly sagged and breast flattened out from child birth.

That pleasure pain phenomenon,
Yet I still love my husband, my man,
My hero in my heart of hearts.
My love for him is cast in marble,
I heard he is running around with little nymphets,
Out of despise for me for I am old now.

To this nymphets with precarious ideas
O!
Husband to them you are a gold mine,
Whisking away what is mine.
To them you are an object of pleasure,
Stealing all that I treasure,
Your generosity is all over but I lack at home,
I nucleate with my children and my children's children, drawing energy and comfort from the new union.

Where is the ' I do' to be my wedded husband,
To be my love, to be my companion,
For younger for older,
lust was not in the contract.
How long shall my tears Salt this sorrow.......? Husband.