O Fortune, like the moon of the state are constantly changing,
Always increasing or decreasing;
The life of hateful
Now difficult and then easy ludomentis them to action,
Poverty and power it dissolves like ice.
Fate, monstrous and empty, rotate the volume,
An evil state, is idle and always fades to nothing,
Covered in shadows and veiled you plague me too;
Now through the game, my bare back ferotui of the crime.
The chance of prosperity and of virtue is now mine;
There is only pain and exhaustion, forever in this vale of tears.
In this hour without delay pluck the vibrating strings;
Since Fate strikes down the strong man, everyone weep with me
Sunday, May 29, 2011
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