O Fortune,
just as the moon
you vary your state
always increasing
or decreasing;               5
the detestable life
now difficult
and then easy
with your games sharpens
poverty,
power                    10
dissolves like ice.

Often great
and empty,
your revolving wheel,       15
an evil state,
vain health
always dissolving,
concealing
and veiled                 20
you also strive for me
now by game,
a lost shirt
I guiltily take because of you.

Often my health            25
and my virtue
are now contrary for me,
affected
and defective
always in torment;          30
In this hour
without delay
take the pulse of my heart,
which through fate,
she overthrows my strength:  35
weep all of you with me.