Outstanding women's verse selection is still in my bookcase

A student of idiotic talent, I am no Chin I,
but you, my teacher, were a veritable Hsiao-ts'ang.
Attached to your tail many years, I sorrow the stallion's loss,
like facing a river and all day not having a boat.
Once you even became a go-between for overseas exchange,
enabling me three times to write poems on mandarin ducks.
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Ema Saiko
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