While the night stretch black over me
and in the dark sky I see countless lights
burning high,
I thank the God that made me free
to choose which light to follow as a guide.
In dark circumstance and whatever fate brings,
destiny and chance do not conquer
and I still rise wiser
to life and its things
and my will remains free
to decide where my words
and actions belong
whether they are right or wrong
and to no human I bend a knee
and in all things I only answer to Him
who Captain’s me.
[References: Invictus by William Ernest Henley and The Soul’s Captain by Orson F. Whitney.]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to no human I bend a knee and in all things I only answer to Him who Captain’s me.....A great reply.