Ovid, Ibis

Quasque ego transiero poenas , patiatur et illas;

And whatever punishments I pass over, may he suffer those too;

Plenius ingenio sit miser ille meo !

may that man be more wretched than my wit [can devise]!

Neve minus noceant fictum execrantia nomen

And so that prayers cursing a feigned name may not harm less,

Vota , minus magnos commoveantve deos :

or move the great gods less:

Illum ego devoveo , quem mens intellegit , Ibin ,

I curse him whom my mind means by Ibis,

Qui scit se factis has meruisse preces .

who knows that by his deeds he has earned these prayers.

Nulla mora est in me : peragam rata vota sacerdos .

There is no delay in me: as priest I will carry out the vows that are ratified.

Quisquis ades sacris , ore favete , meis ;

Whoever is present at my rites, keep holy silence;

Quisquis ades sacris , lugubria dicite verba,

whoever is present at my rites, speak words of mourning,

Et fletu madidis Ibin adite genis :

and come to Ibis with cheeks wet with weeping;

Ominibusque malis pedibusque occurrite laevis,

meet him with evil omens and with left feet,

Et nigrae vestes corpora vestra tegant !

and let black garments cover your bodies!

Tu quoque , quid dubitas ferales sumere vittas ?

You too, why do you hesitate to put on the funeral fillets?

Iam stat , ut ipse vides , funeris ara tui .

Already, as you see yourself, the altar of your funeral stands ready.

Pompa parata tibi est . votis mora tristibus absit :

The procession is prepared for you. Let there be no delay to the grim vows:

Da iugulum cultris , hostia dira , meis .

give your throat to my knives, accursed victim.

Terra tibi fruges , amnis tibi deneget undas .

May the earth deny you its crops, the river deny you its waters;

Deneget afflatus ventus et aura suos .

may the wind and the breeze deny their breath.