The Tsae K‘eu

On comes her chariot, fast and loud,
With screen of bamboos finely wove,
And leather bright, vermilion-hued ;—
Ts‘e’s daughter hastes to lawless love. —
To this from Loo the road is smooth and plain ;
’Twas but last night she started with her train.

Her four black steeds are beautiful ;
Soft are the reins the driver holds.
The road from Loo is smooth and plain ;—
Ts‘e’s daughter’s heart its joy unfolds.
Full of complacency is she; nor shame
Abashes her, nor fear of evil name.

Broad flow the waters of the Wan,
And crowds of travellers go by.
The road from Loo is smooth and plain ;—
She looks around with careless eye.
That many see her gives her no concern ;
Her thoughts to her licentious fancy turn.

On sweep the waters of the Wan;
More numerous are the travellers now,
The road from Loo is smooth and plain ;—
Ts‘e’s daughter shows her brazen brow.
At ease and proud, she holds her onward way,
Careless of what all think of her display.