My errors, cruel fortune and ardent love
conspired to bring about my ruin;
the errors and fortune were superfluous,
since love alone would have done as much.

Although it's over, the dreadful pain
of what I suffered is still so vivid
that I, with bitter rage, have learned
never to try to be happy again.

In life and words I've always strayed,
giving Fortune cause to punish
my poorly founded hopes.

In love I've known just brief illusions.
Oh! if only my ruthless Genius
would have its fill of wreaking vengeance!