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Seeing Off the Young Miss of the Yang Family
I step outside into a vast, blank world.
My daughter leaves today upon her journey,
her light boat stemming the great river's flow.
Bereft of a mother, how much more you need—
my hand upon your head dissolves in pity.
Raised by older hands since she was small,
at this farewell your weeping has no end.
Such parting knots the entrails in my chest;
duty commands her going, she cannot stay.
Lacking a mother's training from her youth,
will she serve well in her new household? Ah,
I trust her now to a distinguished house,
where kindness and goodwill may shield her faults.
Though poverty and thrift are what we prize,
her meager dowry matters not at all.
Be filial, obedient to the woman's path,
let dignity and measure guide your steps.
This parting happens in the morning chill;
when shall I see your face in autumn again?
Alone at home, I try to calm my mind,
but sudden feeling breaks the dam once more.
I turn back in to watch my youngest child—
and straying tears run down my ribbon-strings.
女子今有行,大江泝輕舟。
爾輩況無恃,撫念益慈柔。
幼爲長所育,兩別泣不休。
對此結中腸,義往難復留。
自小闕內訓,事姑貽我憂。
賴茲託令門,仁恤庶無尤。
貧儉誠所尚,資從豈待周。
孝恭遵婦道,容止順其猷。
別離在今晨,見爾當何秋。
居閑始自遣,臨感忽難收。
歸來視幼女,零淚緣纓流。
stepping out the door again wandering and vast.
The daughter today is going on her journey,
on the great river sailing upstream in a light boat.
You all moreover having no mother,
stroking and reflecting my thoughts become more tender and gentle.
Since childhood nurtured by elder siblings,
at parting both weeping without cease.
Facing this choking my innermost entrails,
righteousness dictates departure, hard to stay any longer.
Since youth lacking internal maternal instruction,
serving parents-in-law bequeaths my worry.
Depending on this entrusting to a noble gate,
benevolent compassion hopefully without blame.
Poverty and frugality indeed are what is valued,
dowry and attendants how could they need to be complete?
Filial and respectful obey the womanly way,
deportment and bearing follow their proper norm.
Parting and separation are this very morning,
seeing you again, in what autumn will that be?
Dwelling in leisure beginning to distract myself,
facing emotion suddenly hard to gather in.
Returning home I look at the younger daughter,
scattered tears flow down along my cap strings.