Here Love, and There, Cruel Fortune Afflict Me

Here Love and, there, cruel Fortune, afflict me
Such that I know not how I might defend
Myself against the fierce blows they send,
That one or the other deals ceaselessly.
Air, earth, and sea, heaven, Sun, stars, and Moon:
With what great pride they strive, with what power,
To ruin me, harming me, hour by hour –
My fate, alas, since birth, both late and soon.
And he, who alone doth my hopes sustain,
Won’t hesitate to add to all my woe,
And leave me, in an instant, to my pain.
Bitter Death at least may yet still follow,
As, indignant, I my sad lament maintain;
And save me from the reach of every foe.