Let not this one, O God, wound the highest of these: preserve Thou him from utter ruin. Knowing the way do Thou untie the nooses of the she-fiend: let all the angels approve Thee.

2 Rend Thou the bonds of these asunder, O God! the threefold noose whereby the three were fastened. Knowing the way untie the she-fiend's nooses: free all, the son, the father, and the mother.

3 The elder brother's bonds, still left unwedded, fettered in every limb and bound securely, loose these, for they are bonds for loosing: O Nourisher, turn woes away upon the babe-destroyer.