O Fortune
like the moon
in a variable state,
you always increase
or decrease;
the detestable life
now hardens
and then the game of the mind takes care of the edge,
need,
power
dissolves like ice.
Huge
and empty fate,
thou tottering wheel,
bad state,
vain salvation
ever disintegrating,
overshadowed
and veiled
you also shine on me;
now through the game
bare the back
of your crime.
The fate of health
and virtue
against me now,
is affection
and lack
always in trouble.
At this hour
without delay
touch the pulse of the heart;
which spreads the strong through the lot,
all mourn with me!

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