I loved capricious Fortune in my youth,
I trusted her, would never ask in vain:
She smiled at me, and smiling never told a truth.
Those years have gone, and gone the light that shined
And that another hand sometime would light again
That I would think the luck and light this time were mine
Only to be extinguished, time and time once more.
And like the summer fades away in falling leaves
A fading ray of sunshine wavered at my door.
I loved capricious Fortune, loved in vain:
I do not mind so much, that she has gone again ‑
But mostly, that she never altogether leaves.