Do not daft and utterly proud of yourself. You are nothing, a mere speck in another's eye. What could you do to catch their attention? What could you say in your helpless defense? That God is your help and only medal? Your scholarship rests in philosophical thinking, questionable and unmeasured. Even younger men have done better than you. Why do you think so highly of yourself? Does it give you security and comfort? Or would you rather crouch sulkily in self pity? Such is the emotion you feel now. Such is the maturity you have achieved towards women. You think you understand them. Yet you do not lift a finger to change oneself in order to suit them. Though the time and place change, you are still the same character, proud and ignorant. Even the Great Wall is more moveable than you. Can anyone help you but yourself? The Creator of the Universe could not help you for your stiff-necked attitude. Nor could the warmest friend light up your cold fortitude...

Alas my friend, do not fret.

Calm yourself like Christ calmed the storm.

Time is still on your side yet,

neither pride nor emotion can be undone.

Tis time to grow up, an adult, and be like one.

Slow the heart behind the mind,

in order to put reason before emotion.

Decide yourself firmly the change within the person.

Do so quickly, before you forget, and lose and regret.

Climb the hills and dig the trenches,

Be brave enough to extend your ground,

Beat down mockers and prove those wretches

That you are worth that trumpet's sound.

This last advice i give you, friend,

Do not long for things out of reach,

But chase them seriously till the end,

Practice the talk you loudly preach,

Prove to yourself as the curtain descends.