by William Ernest Henley (1849 – 1903)
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.
透过覆盖我的深夜，我看见层层无底的黑暗。
感谢上帝赐我，不可征服的灵魂。
就算被地狱紧紧攫住，我不会畏缩，也不惊叫。
经过一浪又一浪的打击，我满头鲜血不低头。
在这满是愤怒和眼泪的世界之外，恐怖阴影在游荡。
还有，未来的威胁，可是我毫不畏惧。
无论我将穿过的那扇门有多窄，
无论我将肩承怎样的责罚。
我是命运的主宰，
我是灵魂的统帅。
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