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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a MAN, my son!

by Rudyard Kipling


Daca-ti poti pastra calmul, cind ceilalti si l-au pierdut
Invinuindu-te pe tine pentru asta,
Daca poti crede in tine, cind toti se indoiesc de tine
Si in acelasi timp sa treci cu vederea neincrederea lor,
Daca poti sa astepti, fara sa te osteneasca asteptarea,
Ori sa fii mintit si sa nu te amesteci in minciuna,
Ori dusmanit fiind, sa nu raspunzi cu ura,
In timp ce pari nici ingaduitor, nici prea intelept;
Daca poti visa si sa nu-ti faci din vise un stapin,
Daca poti gindi si sa nu faci din asta un scop;
Daca poti intilni Triumful si Dezastrul,
Si sa-i tratezi la fel pe acesti amagitori;
Daca poti asculta adevarul rostit de tine
Rastalmacit de altii pentru a-i pacali pe prosti,
Ori sa vezi lucrurile carora ti-ai dedicat viata naruite,
Si sa incepi a le cladi din nou cu uneltele-ti uzate.

Daca poti face o gramada din toate cistigurile tale,
Apoi sa le risti pe o singura carte,
Si pierzind, sa iei totul de la inceput
Si niciodata sa nu sufli un cuvint despre pierderea ta;
Daca iti poti forta inima si nervii si tendoanele
Sa te serveasca mult dupa ce s-au epuizat,
Si sa reziste atunci cind nu mai este nimic in tine
Cu exceptia Vointei care le spune: "Continua!"

Daca poti vorbi multimii si sa nu-ti pierzi demnitatea
Ori pasi alaturi de regi - fara a-ti pierde bunul simt,
Daca nici dusmanii si nici prietenii nu te pot rani;
Daca oamenii pot conta pe tine, insa nu fara limita,
Daca poti umple necrutatorul minut
Cu adevarata valoare a celor saizeci de secunde,
Al va fi Pamantul si tot ce e in el,
Dar - si mai important - vei fi OM, fiul meu!

Traducere de Gabriel Ditu

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