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Carmina Burana Lyrics

Carl Orff:  Carmina Burana

 

 

FORTUNA IMPERATRIX MUNDI

(Fortune, Empress of the World)

 

1. (Chorus)

O Fortuna                                                        O Fortune,

velut luna                                                        like the moon

statu variabilis,                                          you are changeable,

semper crescis                                                        ever waxing

aut decrescis;                                                        and waning;

vita detestabilis                                          hateful life

nunc obdurat                                                        first oppresses

et tunc curat                                                        and then soothes

ludo mentis aciem,                                          as fancy takes it;

egestatem,                                                        poverty

potestatem                                                        and power

dissolvit ut glaciem.                                           it melts them like ice.

 

Sors immanis                                                        Fate - monstrous

et inanis,                                                        and empty,

rota tu volubilis,                                          you whirling wheel,

status malus,                                                         you are malevolent,

vana salus                                                        well-being is vain

semper dissolubilis,                                          and always fades to nothing,

obumbrata                                                         shadowed

et velata                                                         and veiled

michi quoque niteris;                                           you plague me too;

nunc per ludum                                          now through the game

dorsum nudum                                          I bring my bare back

fero tui sceleris.                                          to your villainy.

 

Sors salutis                                                        Fate is against me

et virtutis                                                         in health

michi nunc contraria,                                           and virtue,

est affectus                                                        driven on

et defectus                                                         and weighted down,

semper in angaria.                                          always enslaved.

Hac in hora                                                         So at this hour

sine mora                                                         without delay

corde pulsum tangite;                                           pluck the vibrating strings;

quod per sortem                                           since fate

sternit fortem,                                                         strikes down the strong man,

mecum omnes plangite!                             everyone weep with me!

 

 

 


2. (Chorus)

Fortune plango vulnera                            I bemoan the wounds of fortune

stillantibus ocellis                                          with weeping eyes,

quod sua michi munera                             for the gifts she made me

subtrahit rebellis.                                           she perversely takes away.

Verum est, quod legitur,                            It is written in truth,

fronte capillata,                                           that she has a fine head of hair,

sed plerumque sequitur                            but, when it comes to seizing an

Occasio calvata.                                          opportunity she is bald.

 

In Fortune solio                                          On Fortune’s throne

sederam elatus,                                           I used to sit raised up,

prosperitatis vario                                           crowned with the

flore coronatus;                                          many-coloured flowers of prosperity;

quisquid enim florui                                          though I may have flourished

felix et beatus,                                                        happy and blessed,

nunc a summo corrui                                           now I fall from the peak

gloria privatus.                                          deprived of glory.

 

Fortune rota volvitur:                                          The wheel of Fortune turns;

descendo minoratus;                                           I go down, demeaned;

alter in altum tollitur;                                          another is raised up;

nimis exaltatus                                           far too high up

rex sedet in vertice                                          sits the king at the summit -

caveat ruinam!                                                        let him fear ruin!

nam sub axe legimus                                           for under the axis is written

Hecubam reginam.                                          Queen Hecuba.

 

 

 

I.   PRIMO VERE

(Springtime)

 

3. (Semi Chorus)

Veris leta facies                                           The merry face of spring

mundo propinatur,                                           turns to the world,

hiemalis acies                                                        sharp winter

victa iam fugatur,                                          now flees, vanquished;

in vestitu vario                                                        bedecked in various colours

Flora principatur,                                          Flora reigns,

nemorum dulcisono                                           the harmony of the woods

que cantu celebratur.                                           praises her in song. Ah!

 

Flore fusus gremio                                          Lying in Flora’s lap

Phebus novo more                                          Phoebus once more

risum dat, hoc vario                                          smiles, now covered

iam stipate flore.                                          in many-coloured flowers,

Zephyrus nectareo                                           Zephyr breathes nectar-

spirans in odore.                                           scented breezes.

Certatim pro bravio                                           Let us rush to compete

curramus in amore.                                          for love’s prize. Ah!

 


Cytharizat cantico                                          In harp-like tones sings

dulcis Philomena,                                           the sweet nightingale,

flore rident vario                                          with many flowers

prata iam serena,                                           the joyous meadows are laughing,

salit cetus avium                                           a flock of birds rises up

silve per amena,                                          through the pleasant forests,

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