O my blind and cruel Fate. Ever nourished by my grief. O wretchedness that is my life, Sad presage of my death.
I suffer more and am more wretched Than any living creature upon this earth. I am the tree the wind casts down Because it has no roots, Truly as the saying goes. It goes ill for him upon whom Fortune frowns
O my blind and cruel Fate...
As my life is hard and bitter Such will be my death, And I must end in tears and torment As a ship that is wrecked upon a rock When every beam is broken Because it will not yield.
O my blind and cruel Fate...
Take heed all you who read These words upon my gloomy tomb. For 1 have Iefi the world And died for love. For me there was no pity,