Because I was born in a fated hour!
The spring so pretty, she presents brings,
But not for me are her gracious things.
My days go on, and my years fly past,
And I never was happy, from first to last.
O Dame Misfortune, I’m in your power,
Because I was born in a fated hour!
I do not count my earliest years,
Though doubtless they had their fill of tears.
O future days! If you wretched be,