Let me go free, O Misery: do thou, the mighty, pity us.
Set me uninjured in the world of happiness, O Misery.
From thee, from thee who fliest not from us, O Misery, we fly.
Then at the turning of the paths let Misery fall on someone else.
May the immortal, thousand eyed, dwell otherwhere apart from
us.
Let him afflict the man we hate: smite only him who is our foe.
