1.
I bemoan the wounds of Fortune
with weeping eyes,
the gifts she made me
are taken away.
it is read in truth
that a fine head of hair
usually follows
with baldness.
2.
on Fortunes Throne
sitting raised up,
prosperous and
crowned with flowers
I may have flourished
successful and happy,
now i fall from the peak
deprived of glory.
3.
Fortunes wheel turns;
I fall in disgrace;
from the deep another rises;
far too high
the new king sits in turn -
let him fear ruin!
for beneathe the axel is written
Queen Hecuba.