The Kaou K‘ew (Part I, Book XIII)

In lamb’s-fur robe you lounge about,
Hold court in fox-fur clad.
Such habits wake my anxious thought ;—
My weary heart is sad.
When thus you slight each rule of dress,
Must not your rule be bad?

Aimless you roam in lamb’s-fur robe,
In fox-fur grace the hall.
Such habits wake my anxious thought,
And fill my heart with gall.
When thus you slight the laws of dress,
You’ll heed no laws at all.

Your glossy lamb’s-fur in the sun
Gleams as with ointment’s sheen.
Tis this that wakes my anxious thought,
My heart’s core pierces keen.
That thus you slight the laws of dress,
Is sorry sign I ween.