Bring ill-luck to the Asar band,
And mischief cause to rule uncheck’d.
From this the giants an immense
Advantage o’er the gods derive:
By idlesse and improvidence
Thus mischief never fails to thrive.
But for the bark, which Gerda kind
As present to the Asar gave,
It can the wildest storm enslave,
And stiffly sail against the wind: