O my blind and cruel Fate
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,
Mercy closed her doors to me.
O my blind and cruel Fate...
