The Ju Fên; mainly narrative. The affection of the wives on the Ju, and their solicitude about their husbands’ honor.

1Along the raised banks of the Ju,
  To hew slim stein and branch I wrought,
My lord away, my husband true,
  Like hunger pang my troubled thought!

2Along the raised banks of the Ju,
  Branch and fresh shoot confessed my art.
I've seen my lord, my husband true,
  And still he folds me in his heart.

3As the toiled bream makes red its tail,
  Toil you, sir, for the royal house,
Amidst its blazing fires, nor quail:—
  Your parents see you pay your vows.