Invictus,

de William Ernest Menley

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank hatever gods may !e
"or my uncon#uera!le soul$
Beyond this place of rath and tears
%ooms !ut the horror of the shade,
&nd yet the menace of the years
"inds, and shall find me, unafraid$
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not inced nor cried aloud,
Under the !ludgeonings of chance
My head is !loody, !ut un!oed$
It matters not ho strait the gate,
'o charged ith punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate(
I am the captain of my soul$
Invictus
)n noaptea ce m*+m!rac* acum,
,eagr* ca -roapa, loc cumplit
M*+nclin oric*rui .eu mi+a dat
Un suflet de necucerit
)n pumnul str/ns de+mpre0ur*ri
,u m+am chircit, nici n+am 1ipat,
2u! r*utatea multor ani
3apul mi+e spart, dar nu+i plecat
4i peste lacrimi 5i manie
6in groa.a um!rei 7n*l1at
2u! !/ta sor1ii care+a fost s* fie
&par, 5i+oi fi la fel, ne7nfricat
4i+oric/t de+ngust* o fi calea
Oric/te piedici m+or lovi din greu
Eu sunt st*p/nul sor1ii mele
2unt c*pitanul sufletului meu$