The Pai Hua; metaphorical. The wife of King Yu complains of being degraded and forsaken.

1The fibers of the white-flowered rush
  Are with the white grass bound.
So do the two together go,
  In closest union found.
And thus should man and wife abide,
  The twain combined in one;
But this bad man sends me away,
  And bids me dwell alone.

2Both rush and grass from the bright clouds
  The genial dew partake.
Kind and impartial, nature's laws
  No odious difference make.
But providence appears unkind;
  Events are often hard.
This man, to principle untrue,
  Denies me his regard.

3Northward the pools their waters send,
  To flood each paddy field;
So get the fields the sap they need,
  Their store of rice to yield. p. 323
But that great man no deed of grace
  Deigns to bestow on me.
My songs are sighs. At thought of him
  My heart aches wearily.

4The mulberry branches they collect,
  And use their food to cook.
But I must use a furnace small,
  That pot nor pan will brook.
So me that great man badly treats,
  Nor uses as his wife,
Degrades me from my proper place,
  And fills with grief my life.

5The bells and drums inside the court
  Men stand without and hear;
So should the feelings in my breast,
  To him distinct appear.
All-sorrowful, I think of him,
  Longing to move his love;
But he vouchsafes no kind response;
  His thoughts far from me rove.

6The marabou stands on the dam,
  And to repletion feeds; p. 324
The crane deep in the forest cries,
  Nor finds the food it needs.
So in my room the concubine
  By the great man is placed;
While I with cruel banishment
  Am cast out and disgraced.

7The yellow ducks sit on the dam,
  With left wing gathered low;
So on each other do they lean,
  And their attachment show.
And love should thus the man and wife
  In closest concord bind;
But that man turns away from me,
  And shows a fickle mind.

8When one stands on a slab of stone,
  No higher than the ground,
Nothing is added to his height;—
  Low with the stone he's found.
So does the favorite's mean estate
  Render that great man mean,
While I by him, to distance sent,
  Am pierced with sorrow keen.