The Tzŭ Chin; narrative. A lady mourns the indifference and absence of her student lover.

1You student, with the collar blue,
  Long pines my heart with anxious pain.
Although I do not go to you,
  Why from all word do you refrain?

2O you, with girdle strings of blue,
  My thoughts to you forever roam!
Although I do not go to you,
  Yet why to me should you not come?

3How reckless you, how light and wild,
  There by the tower upon the wall!
One day, from sight of you exiled,
  As long as three long months I call.