Hence, evil fortune! fly away, vanish from this place and from that. We pray to God to send thee far from us.

2 Granting us riches, O Light-giver, golden-handed, send away from us to other regions that fortune which, flying, abominable, has, as a creeper climbs a tree, assailed me.

3 One and a hundred fortunes all together are at his birth born with a mortal's body. Of these we send away the most unlucky: keep lucky ones for us, O All-Knowing.

4 I have disparted these and those like cows who stray on common land. Here let auspicious fortunes stay: hence have I banished evil ones.