Invictus
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.
不可征服
威廉·埃内斯特·亨利（1849 – 1903）
透过覆盖我的深夜，
我看到黑暗如深坟。
感谢万能的上苍，
赐我不可征服的灵魂。
就算逆境犹如地狱，
我也从未退避哀求，
哪怕命运的棒喝下，
我也要流血不低头。
这怒与泪的尘世外，
恐怖幽灵悄然出没，
但面对岁月的威胁，
我丝毫不感到畏缩。
不论案卷写满惩罚，
还是前路门有多窄，
我是我命运的主人，
我是我灵魂的统帅。
