by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
O Fortuna
Language: Latin
Our translations: ENG ITA SPA
Chosen for Diff
FORTUNA IMPERATRIX MUNDI
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 immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obumbrata
et velata
mihi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.
Sors salutis
et virtutis
mihi nunc contraria,
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Grant Hicks) , "O Fortune", copyright © 2026, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "O Fortuna (Coro)", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Saúl Botero Restrepo) , "Oh, Fortuna", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Ferdinando Albeggiani
This text was added to the website: 2011-04-24
Line count: 37
Word count: 86
O Fortune
Language: English  after the Latin
Chosen for Diff
FORTUNE, EMPRESS OF THE WORLD
O Fortune,
just like the moon
you are changeable,
always waxing
or waning;
hateful life
now dulls
and then heals
the mind's sharpness for its sport;
poverty
and power
it melts like ice.
Fate, monstrous
and futile,
you are a turning wheel,
an evil state,
a vain refuge
always bound to melt away,
shadowed
and veiled,
you also press upon me;
now my back
is laid bare
through the play of your wickedness.
A fate of safety
and virtue
is denied to me,
whether excited
or exhausted
one is always in bondage.
At this hour
without delay
pluck the throbbing string;
because by fate
the strong are laid low,
all of you, lament with me!
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This text was added to the website: 2026-09-11
Line count: 37
Word count: 121