Youngest daughter of the Xies --- he whom they loved the best,
When you wed this poor Qian Lou a hundred things vexed you,
Yet seeing I need clothes you would ransack your wicker baskets;
When I coaxed you to buy me wine you pledge a gold hairpin.
Wild plants made our meals and long beans tasted sweet;
Fallen leaves helped for fuel --- we relied on the old locust-tree.
Now my official pay is more than a hundred thousand
But for you I can only perform sacrifice and offer prayers.