O
Fortune, like the moon you are changeable, ever waxing and waning; hateful life
first oppresses and then soothes as fancy takes it; poverty and power it melts
them like ice.
Fate,
monstrous and empty, you whirling wheel, you are malevolent, well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing, shadowed and veiled you plague me too; now through
the game I bring my bare back to your villainy.
Fate
is against me in health and virtue, driven on and weighted down, always
enslaved. So at this hour without delay pluck the vibrating strings; since Fate
strikes down the strong man, everyone weep with me!
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