Rowing the night-boat had sudden sprung a leak;
Black crooked wavy water raising quickly high...
The only satisfaction the boat would not overturn,
Just it would be drowned, in fact, the boat is a spy.
Esoteric object to find out the mystery of deep;
And the ruse crowned with success in the long run.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem