Invictus (Unconquered)
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.
William Ernest Henley 1875
Invictus
(Unbezwungen)Aus dieser Nacht, die mich umhüllt,
from pole to pole, black as the grave, thanks
what I always gave the image of God
unbezwung'ne Seel me. If
was cruel journey of life, have you batting
never see me cry!
of destiny stick hit me hard -
my bloody head was standing upright!
Whether filled with rage, if tearfully,
Beyond terror if already started:
the horror of my age to find myself fearless
, now and then.
cares what's that heaven away
and that of criminal 'my book narrative',
I am the master of my star,
I am the master of my soul!