velut luna statu variabilis, semper crescis aut decrescis; vita detestabilis nunc obdurat et tunc curat ludo mentis aciem; Egestatem, potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem. Sors immanis et inanis, rota tu volubilis, status malus, vana salus semper dissolubilis, obumbrata et velata mihi quoque niteris; nunc per ludum dorsum nudum fero tui sceleris. Sors salutis et virtutis mihi nunc contraria, est affectus et defectus semper in angaria. Hac in hora sine mora corde pulsum tangite; quod per sortem sternit fortem, mecum omnes plangite! |
like the moon with its changing phases, you are ever growing 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. When health and virtue are against me, are only pain and exhaustion, forever in this vale of tears. So at this hour without delay pluck the vibrating strings; since Fate strikes down the string man, everyone weep with me! |