Oh Fortune, you are like the moon
You always wax and wane
You first oppress my hateful life
Then soothe it for a game.
All power and all poverty
Within you melt like snow.
Cruel, empty fate, you are a wheel
That cannot ever slow.

Fate - ever evil and i know
Well being is in vain
Though hid from view, you plague me too
And I yield to this pain.
My health and virtue you oppose,
Rebellion you enslave
I'm driven on and weighted down
Don't you think i am brave?

Without delay, i want to say
Fate makes my prize *my* prize anothers'
"By chance," she says while lyre she plays.
Oh weep with me, my brothers!