Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi
Fortune, Empress of the world (Carmina Burana)

O Fortuna (Oh Fortune)

Oh Fortune!
Like the moon
you are changeable
ever waxing
and waning
hateful life
first oppresses
and then soothes
as fancy takes it
and power
it melts them like ice.

Fate - monstrous
and empty
you whirling wheel
you are evil
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing
and veiled
you plague me too
now through the game
I turn my naked 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 string man
everyone weep with me.

Fortuna plango vulnera
(I lament the wounds of fortune)

I lament the wounds of Fortune
with weeping eyes
for the gifts she made me
she perversely takes away
It is written in truth
that she has a fine head of hair
when it comes to seizing a moment
she is bald.

On Fortunes throne
I used to sit on high
prosperous, with a crown
of many coloured flowers
though I may have flourished
happy and blessed
I fall from the peak
deprived of glory.

The wheel of fortune turns
I go down demeaned
another is raised up
The king sits on the summit
far too high up
let him fear ruin!
For under the axis is written
Queen Hecuba!

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