So hate me whenever you want to, but if you ever do it, do it now,
Now while the world is determined to frustrate my actions.
Join with spiteful fortune, make me bow down,
And don't drop an additional loss on me:
Ah, do not, when my heart has escaped this sorrow,
Attack my sorrows from behind when it has already been conquered.
Do not give to a windy night a rainy tomorrow,
To prolong an intended conquering.
If you will leave me, do not leave me at the very end,
When other trivial sadnesses have already done their harm;
Instead, come at the first opportunity, so that I will experience
The very worst that fortune can do to me;
And other kinds of suffering, which seem heartbreaking now,
Will be nothing compared to losing you.