Brother Touches His Sisters Boobs

A film will be released soon on the screens, made by my idol Clint (Eastwood for short). The name of the film is taken from a poem by writer William Ernest Henley (1875). The title of the poem is a certain Arthur Quiller-Couch in 1900.

Here is the poem translations and 3. Which do you prefer?

Original	literary translation	Literal Translation	Literal Translation
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 unbow'd. 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.	On the night that surrounds me, In the darkness m'enserrent, I praise the gods who give me A soul, at once noble and proud. Prisoner of my situation, I do not want to rebel. Bruised by tribulations, I'm standing although wounded. In this place of wrath and tears, I see horror and shadows Years Looms But I would not know fear. So strait the gate, How charged that I blame I am the master of my fate, The captain of my soul.	Out of the night that covers me, Black as a pit a pole to pole, I thank the gods , whatever they may be For my unconquerable soul. Fell into the embrace of circumstances I have not moaned nor cried aloud. Under the blows of fortune My head is bloody, but recovered. Beyond this world of anger and tears Do flat as the Horror of the shade. And yet the menace of time find me and find me, unafraid. No matter how strait the gate, The number of punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.	From the darkness that came over me, Black as the kingdom of hell, I thank the gods whatsoever For my unconquerable soul. In the fierce embrace of the circumstances, I have neither winced nor cried Under the blows of adversity. My mind is bloodied but inflexible. Beyond this world of anger and tears, Do looms the horror of the night. Yet the greatest threat facing I am and I remain without fear. No matter how the journey will be hard And how will the list of heavy punishment, I am the master of my fate, I'm the captain of my soul.