Isn't it strange how courage can disappear,
When it was once there before?
And how all fortitude can be crushed by fear,
How it sinks into your core?
Hope is an anomaly that sets you free;
Faith grants, inside you, power.
Like a bright light that makes darkness turn and flee,
Strength in your final hour.
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I would like to translate this poem