HYMN XXXVII

A charm to divert Imprecation personified

Hitherward, having yoked his steeds, came Imprecation,
thousand-eyed,
Seeking my curser, as a wolf the home of one who owneth sheep.
Avoid us, Imprecation! as consuming fire avoids the lake.
Smite thou the man who curses us, as the sky's lightning strikes
the tree.
Who curses us, himself uncursed, or, cursed, who curses us
again,
Him cast I as a sop to Death, as to a dog one throws a bone.