Fortuna Blues *

Pompeii too

O Fortune,
Born under a bad sign.
fickle like the moon,
I been down since I began to crawl.
ever waxing,
If it wasn't for bad luck,
ever waning.
I wouldn't have no luck at all.

Hard luck and trouble’s my
Fate –only monstrous friend.
Been down and vacuous– ever since
malevolent whirling wheel.
I was ten.

Wellness is vain
Born under a bad sign.
and always melts away.
I been down since I began to crawl.
Shadowed
If it wasn't for bad luck,
and veiled, Fate,
I wouldn't have no luck at all.
you’re a plague upon me.

You know wine and women’s
Now, to your game
all I crave.
I bet my naked back
A big bad woman’s
for you to rape. gonna
carry me to my grave.
                                                                                                             
Fate, both in health
If it wasn't for bad luck
and in virtue,
I wouldn't have no kinda luck.
you’re always against me,        
If it wasn't for real bad luck,
driven on
and weighted down...
I wouldn't have no luck at all.
always in chains.

So, Born under a bad sign.
now, without delay,
I been down since I
pluck the vibrating strings;
began to crawl.
since Fate strikes down the player.
If it wasn't for bad luck,
I wouldn't Weep
along with me
one and all! have no luck at all.

- /cual © 27-01-2014

* «Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi», Goliard poem (XIth century AD?) from the Carmina Burana collection.  All sections in italics from Born Under A Bad Sign, by Albert King (1967). The mural is from the Villa of the Mysteries, Pompeii, 80 A.D., with some modifications by /cual.




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