104. A Concubine should ply the loom,
Attending in the inner room.
105. Their silken fans of matchless white.
And silv’ry taper burning bright.
106. By day and night blue mats are spread.
O’er a gorgeous ivory bed,
107. Sweet music charms the banquet hours.
All silver mugs crown’d with flowers.
108. Joy reigns supreme, while hands and feet,
The music’s measur’d cadence beat.
109. Lawful wife’s son, his father’s heir,
All sacrifices are his care.
110. Twice prostrate on the ground he lies,
No dares to raise his trembling eyes.
111. In composition terseness seek,
With clearness ever strive to speak.
112. A dirty person seeks a pool,
Burnt fingers clutch at something cool.
113. Affrighted animal betray,
By hasty fight their wild dismay.
114. Let death the brigand’s fear be made,
And seize each rebel renegade.
115. Por drew the bow, good markers he. Liau was best at games of ball,
Ke’s lute made dulcet melody. In whistling Goan vanquished all.
116. Tiam‘s genius wrought the earlist pen, and paper Lun invented for men,
Kin amongst artizans was first, and Jim amongst anglers far from worst.
117. Naught could their energies arrest,
And all mankind their worth confessed.
