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
pluck the vibrating strings;
since Fate strikes down the string man,
everyone weep with me!
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