I bemoan the wounds of Fortune (Carl Orff) Verum est, quod legitur...

Fortune plango uulnera stillantibus ocellis quod sua michi munera subtrahit rebellis. Verum est, quod legitur, fronte capillata, sed plerumque sequitur: Occasio calvata. In Fortune solio sederam elatus, prosperitatis uario flore coronatus; quicquid enim florui felix et beatus, nunc a summo corrui gloria priuatus. Fortune rota uoluitur: descendo minoratus; alter in altum tollitur; nimis exaltatus rex sedet in uertice caueat ruinam! nam sub axe legimus Hecubam reginam.

I bemoan the wounds of Fortune with weeping eyes, for the gifts she made me she perversely takes away.
It is written in truth, that she has a fine head of hair, but, when it comes to seizing an opportunity she is bald.
On Fortune's throne, I used to sit, elevated, crownēd with myriad hued flowers of prosperity;
though I may have flourished, happy and blessed, now I fall from the peak deprived of glory.
The wheel of Fortune turns; I descend, demeanēd; another is exalted;
far too high up
the King at the summit - let him fear ruin!
for under the axis is written
Queen Hecuba.