Sors immanis, et inanis, rota to volubilis.
Status malus, vana salus, semper dissolubilis.
Obumbrata,
Et elata, michi quoque niteris.
Nunc per ludum,
Dorsum nudum,
Fero tui sceleris.
Dread destiny and empty fate,
An everturning wheel.
Who make adversity and fickle health,
Alike turn to nothing.
In the dark and secretly,
You work against me.
How through your trickery my naked back is turned to you unarmed.