In Latin:

O fortuna,
velut luna
statu variabilis
semper crescis
aut decrescis
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curet
ludo mentis sciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.
Sors immanis
et inanis.
Rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obumbrata
et velata
michi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.
Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora,
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnis plangite!

In English:

O Fortune,
like the moon
you are changeable,
ever waxing
and waning;
hateful life
first oppresses
and then soothes
as fancy takes it;
poverty
and power
it melts them like ice.
Fate - monstrous
and empty,
you whirling wheel,
you are malevolent,
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game
I bring my bare back
to your villainy.
Fate is against me
in health
and virtue,
driven on
and weighted down,
always enslaved.
So at this hour
without delay
pluck the vibrating strings;
since Fate
strikes down the string man,
everyone weep with me!

O, Фортуна,
словно луна
ты изменчива,
всегда создавая
или уничтожая;
ты нарушаешь движение жизни,
то угнетаешь,
то возносишь,
и разум не в силах постичь тебя;
что бедность,
что власть —
всё зыбко, подобно льду.

Судьба чудовищна
и пуста,
уже с рождения запущено колесо
невзгод и болезней,
благосостояние тщетно
и не приводит ни к чему,
судьба следует по пятам
тайно и неусыпно
за каждым, как чума;
но не задумываясь
я поворачиваюсь незащищённой спиной
к твоему злу.

И в здоровье,
и в делах
судьба всегда против меня,
потрясая
и разрушая,
всегда ожидая своего часа.
В этот час,
не давая опомниться,
зазвенят страшные струны;
ими опутан
и сжат каждый,
и каждый плачет со мной!

In Latin:

O fortuna
velut luna
statu variabilis
semper crescis
aut decrescis
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curet
ludo mentis, sciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.
Sors immanis
et inanis.
Rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obumbrata
et velata
michi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum
dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.
Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora,
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnis plangite!

In English:

O Fortune,
like the moon
you are changeable,
ever waxing
and waning;
hateful life
first oppresses
and then soothes
as fancy takes it;
poverty
and power
it melts them like ice.
Fate - monstrous
and empty,
you whirling wheel,
you are malevolent,
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game
I bring my bare back
to your villainy.
Fate is against me
in health
and virtue,
driven on
and weighted down,
always enslaved.
So at this hour
without delay
pluck the vibrating strings;
since Fate
strikes down the string man,
everyone weep with me!

O, Fortuna
like the moon
you're volatile,
always creating
or destroying;
you break the movement of life,
we oppress,
we offer,
and the mind cannot comprehend thee.
poverty,
that power
everything is shaky, like ice.

Fate is monstrous
and empty,
born a running wheel
hardship and disease,
wealth in vain
and does not lead to anything,
destiny follows on the heels
secretly and vigilantly
each, like the plague;
but without thinking
I turn unprotected back
to your evil.

And in health,
and in the cases
fate always against me
shaking
and destroying,
always waiting in the wings.
In this hour,
not allowing time to recover,
tingle a scary string;
they are entangled
and compressed each,
and everyone was crying with me!