White billows and huge waves block the river crossing; br Wherever I go, danger and difficulty; whatever I do, failure. br Just as in my worldly career I wander and lose the road, br So when I come to the river crossing, I am stopped by contrary winds. br Of fishes and prawns sodden in the rain, the smell fills my nostrils; br With the stings of insects that come with the fog, my whole body is sore.