AN ELEGY I
O youngest， best-loved daughter of Xie，
Who unluckily married this penniless scholar，
You patched my clothes from your own wicker basket，
And I coaxed off your hairpins of gold， to buy wine with；
For dinner we had to pick wild herbs ——
And to use dry locust-leaves for our kindling.
……Today they are paying me a hundred thousand ——
And all that I can bring to you is a temple sacrifice.