Latin

O Fortuna,
velut Luna,
status variabilis,
semper cresis
aut decresis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.
Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus
vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obumbrata
et velata
michi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.
Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
cordum pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!

English

O Fortune like the moon,
you ever wane
but to regain
your former circumstance;
life is equally fain
to decimate
as reenstate
the mind with games of chance,
prosperity
and penury
reversing with a glance.
Immense and futile fate,
uneasy ground,
safety unsound,
mistakenly awaited,
to your wheel I am bound;
you have hidden your face
denied your grace,
for sorrow was I slated,
I have lost the knack
this barren back
Shows what you have perpetrated.
Unknown to me remain
salvations lot,
of virtue aught;
equally loss and gain
await the hangmans knot.
This very hour fails my power,
my pulse beats on the wane..
fortune is a knave
to impale the brave,
all weep now for my pain.