容颜冷艳衷肠热，纤手玲珑细且柔。

掌上心猿争野果，指尖意马触风流。

初尝禁味生疑虑，纵引魔杆向自由。

此刻行云邀皓月，轻携情窦到桥头。

正明兄原译：

裘丽叶，冷中带亲热，
从他手掌心，抽出纤纤素手，
宛如颤音离琴弦,
却轻轻一捏，甜得他顿失魂魄，
生起一团疑惑。谁敢说
阿米达的魔竿能如此施魅，
能在唐璜心湖里
撩起涟漪千迭？！

Yet Julia’s very coldness still was kind,

DON JUAN, by Lord Byron: Canto I，st.71

Yet Julia’s very coldness still was kind,
　And tremulously gentle her small hand
Withdrew itself from his, but left behind
　A little pressure, thrilling, and so bland
And slight, so very slight that to the mind
 'Twas but a doubt. but ne’er magician’s wand
Wrought change with all Armida’s fairy art
 Like what this light touch left on Juan’s heart.