Barbad Burns His Instruments

From E8.4, Barbad Breaks His Art in Grief. It illustrates E8.4.37–40:

E8.4.37
If ever this hand touches harp or lute,May blessings shun my door, and joy be mute.
E8.4.38
My instruments of music I will burn,And from your enemy in loathing turn.”
E8.4.39
Four fingers from his plucking hand he sheared,His face with blood and tears of sorrow smeared;
E8.4.40
He went back home and lit a blazing fire,And burned his instruments upon the pyre.