Before German composer Carl Orff set this medieval poem to music in the mid-1930's, it was originally written by the Goliards, who were noted for their satirical works. For a 13th century clergy to consider this satire definitely speaks volumes of what was experienced in those days in time.
I say that to say this.
The truly apathetic nature of nature itself is merely a current one can flow with or swim against.
It is a mountain with no height.
Unless you are fluent in a dead language, I doubt you have ever heard such truth.
This song has the potential to change everything.
"O Fortune,
like the moon
you are changeable,
always waxing
or waning;
detestable life
now difficult
and then easy
deceive a sharp mind;
poverty
power
it melts them like ice.
Fate—monstrous
and empty,
you whirling wheel,
stand malevolent,
vain health
always dissolves,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through trickery,
my bare back
I bring to your villainy.
Fate, in health
and in virtue,
is now against me,
affection
and defeat
always enslaved.
So at this hour
without delay
pluck the vibrating string;
since Fate
strikes down the strong man,
everyone weep with me!"
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