Here you will find the Poem A Woman Of Quality of poet Du Fu
Matchless in breeding and beauty, a fine lady has taken refuge in this forsaken valley. She is of good family, she says, but her fortune has withered away; now she lives as the grass and trees. When the heartlands fell to the rebels her brothers were put to death; birth and position availed nothing-- she was not even allowed to bring home their bones for burial. The world turns quickly against those who have had their day-- fortune is a lamp-flame flickering in the wind. Her husband is a fickle fellow who has a lovely new woman. Even the vetch-tree is more constant, folding its leaves every dusk, and mandarin ducks always sleep with their mates. But he has eyes only for his new woman's smile, and his ears are deaf to his first wife's weeping. High in the mountains spring water is clear as truth, but when it reaches the lowlands it is muddied with rumor. Her serving-maid returns from selling her pearls; she drags a creeper over to cover holes in the roof. The flowers the lady picks are not for her hair, and the handfuls of cypress are a bitter stay against hunger. Her pretty blue sleeves are too thin for the cold; as evening falls she leans on the tall bamboo.
