Alert as I always want to keep,
Slumber occasionally steals in.
The precious I always want kept,
Fall in to the shrewd nets of some.
Those goofproof guards I do keep,
Sadly get impoverished by smart guiles.
Sorry to my terrier, a pity to the hound
Nothing, repeat nothing to find out-
blood of red herring having been spilled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem