Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I think whatever Gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced no cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond the place of wrath and tears
Loom 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
For my colleagues, send this famous poem. If you are interested in seeing Burmese version, will send later. Because need to find somebody who can write in Myanmar .
Emerald ( Natmauk Thu )
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