O Lady Luck, whose beauty none compare,
More rare than all the wonders my eyes behold,
Thy grace late has filled the yielding air,
And crowned my days with fortune,
Life deals its cards, its dice, its cruel spin,
A pain that never wholly fades away,
Thou turn my losses into certain win,
And guide my hand through night as well as day,
The love whose absence yet I feel,
A shadow soft that time tries to undo,
In thee her ghost returns, yet more is real,
For thou remain, while love falls through,
Life’s beauty shines, yet sweeter joys I see,
Unconditional thy favor seems to be,
When thou, my Lady Luck, are standing close by me,
Please stay and break this losing streak, I beg of thee.
