Imprecations

Through the long night a falcon cried, “Awake, awake thee! youth! anon Thy maiden will become a bride: She puts her marriage garments on. Awake! awake thee, youth! and send A marriage blessing to thy friend.”

“What! shall I be a marriage guest? And shall I bid the maid be blest? Hear then my marriage blessing, hear! No son her barren womb shall bear: May every bit of bread she breaks Bring with it wretchedness and woe,— For every drop her thirst that slakes May tears of bitter anguish flow!”