O Fortune,
like the moon
you are elusive of mankind
repeating, spiraling, and ending
is your way...

Poverty and Power,
your presence brings both to rust..
Your melodic rhythms
are inconsistent, and perplexing...

Your weight upon me,
is as but the thought
of Death..
and though you help,
you perversely take back..

O Fortune,
the woes of misery,
forgotten, and I
now kneel at your mercy!
Free me from this life I see!