O Fortuna velut luna statu variabilis, semper crescis aut decrescis; vita detestabilis nunc obdurat et tunc curat ludo mentis aciem, egestatem, potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem.
Sors immaniset inanis,rota tu volubilis,status malus,vana salussemper dissolubilis,obumbrataet velatamichi quoque niteris;nunc per ludumdorsum nudumfero tui sceleris.
Sors salutiset virtutismichi nunc contraria,est affectuset defectussemper in angaria.Hac in horasine moracorde pulsum tangite;quod per sortemsternit fortem,mecum omnes plangite!
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O Fortune, just like the moon thou art variable, always dost thou wax and wane. Detestable life, first dost thou mistreat us, and then, whimsically, thou heedest our desires. As the sun melts the ice, so dost thou dissolve both poverty and power.
Monstrousand empty fate,thou, turning wheel,art mean,voidinggood health at thy will.Veiledin obscurity,thou dost attackme also.To thy cruel pleasureI bare my back.
Thou dost withdrawmy health and virtue;thou dost threatenmy emotionand weaknesswith torture.At this hour,therefore, let uspluck the strings withoutdelay.Let us mourn together,for fate crushes the brave.
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