O Fortuna,
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut descrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.

Sors inmanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obrumbratam
et velatam
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
cordis pulsum tangite,
quod per sortem
sternit fortem
mecum omnes plangite





O Fortune,
just as the moon
you vary your state
always increasing
or decreasing;
the detestable life
now difficult
and then easy
with your games sharpens
poverty,
power
dissolves like ice.

Often great
and empty,
your revolving wheel,
an evil state,
vain health
always dissolving,
concealing
and veiled
you also strive for me
now by game,
a lost shirt
I guiltily take because of you


Often my health
and my virtue
are now contrary for me,
affected
and defective
always in torment;
In this hour
without delay
take the pulse of my heart,
which through fate,
she overthrows my strength:
weep all of you with me