Here is a rough translation my friend did with his limited Latin knowledge
To yawning heaven and the rain rages rainy Orion;
It scatters on my face and I deny the Lord
And speaks with me (and, if what it is can be heard)
“Either guard you or torture you.” I yield.
Yet condemning who made you, you play by combat.
Combat also seeks you. The opening ship is when he was,
May they cast me onto the sand and the man. An arc of hands
He shakes there. None hearing what has been said,
Virtues fly through the mind and sweat flows.
But condemning who made you, you play by combat.
Combat also seeks you, they can be found there.