If by Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) 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 on one turn of
pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your
beginnings And never breathe 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! |
Als Als je rust en gelijkmoedigheid kunt bewaren terwijl om je
heen, Als je kunt dromen – zonder je door dromen te laten leiden; met evenveel rust en vreugde kunt onthalen; vertrapt worden, en ze vervolgens weer herstelt; Als je al je verworvenheden bij elkaar kunt leggen en ze in één wending van het lot kunt inzetten, Als je met simpele mensen kunt verkeren en je deugdzaamheid
behoudt, |