1 Hated by sinners, created by God, this Plant that turns the curse away hath washed from me all curses, as water makes clean from spot and stain.

2 All curses of a rival, each curse of a female relative, curse uttered by an angry priest, all these we tread beneath our feet.

3 Spread on the surface of the earth, downward from heaven thy root depends: with this that hath a thousand joints keep Thou us safe on every side.

4 Guard on all sides this woman, guard my children, us, and all our wealth! Let not malignity o'ercome, nor adversaries conquer us.

5 Upon the curser fall his curse! Dwell we with him whose heart is true! May the cruel villain whose evil eye is cast upon us be broken.