Invitus
—William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance,
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years,
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.
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By covering my late night,
I see darkness like a deep grave.
Thank you Almighty God,
Grant me an unconquerable soul.
Even if adversity is like hell,
I never shy away from begging,
Even if the rod of fate drinks it,
I bleed without bowing my head.
Out of this world of anger and tears,
Horrible ghosts loomed quietly,
But in the face of the threat of time,
I don't flinch at all.
No matter if the case file is full of punishment,
Or how narrow is the front door?
I am the master of my destiny,
I am the commander of my soul.
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