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Ominous herbs of a size,
Your grew up in the cursed night,
Watched by the Star, Hostile, Threatening!

Your names suspicious to an inquiring sage
Were repudiated words in long past times,
When mastering your was a prohibited science.

Kolkhidian and sages,
In the shine of Moon,
Dug your roots to Magi

Who, tart sap of the plants
With the dead extract of bones
in low voices,

At midnight distilled these drinks,
By which chastity of virgins fell overpowered,
the nakedness of their side...!