歌词
Fortune plango vulneraI bemoan the wounds of Fortune
Stillantibus ocelliswith weeping eyes,
Quod sua michi munerafor the gifts she made me
Subtrahit rebellis.she perversely takes away.
Verum est, quod legitur, It is written in truth,
Fronte capillata, that she has a fine head of hair,
Sed plerumque sequiturbut, when it comes to seizing an opportunity
Occasio calvata.she is bald.
In Fortune solioOn Fortune's throne
Sederam elatus, I used to sit raised up,
Prosperitatis variocrowned with
Flore coronatus; the many-coloured flowers of prosperity;
Quicquid enim floruithough I may have flourished
Felix et beatus, happy and blessed,
Nunc a summo corruinow I fall from the peak
Gloria privatus.deprived of glory.
Fortune rota volvitur: The wheel of Fortune turns;
Descendo minoratus; I go down, demeaned;
Alter in altum tollitur; another is raised up;
Nimis exaltatusfar too high up
Rex sedet in verticesits the king at the summit -
Caveat ruinam! let him fear ruin!
Nam sub axe legimusfor under the axis is written
Hecubam reginam.Queen Hecuba.