The first line:
Checked by a metal brake: pure fortune.
There's a place to go, but misfortune
will be seen. A weak pig will surely falter.
The fourth line:
The wrapping has no fish:
the start of misfortune.
The fifth line:
Like a gourd surrounded by willows,
and held in place,
there comes a falling from heaven.
The sixth line:
Copulating with a horn. Remorse.
No fault.