IF - DACA

If
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 imposters 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 wornout 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 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!


Daca
Daca-ti poti pastra calmul, cind cei din jur si- l pierd
Si pentru asta te blameaza tot pe tine,
Daca poti crede in tine, cind toti se indoiesc
Dar le ierti pana si neincrederea,
Daca poti astepta, fara sa ostenesti,
Ori fiind mintit sa nu te complaci in minciuna,
Ori dusmanit fiind, sa nu urasti si tu,
Si totusi nici ingaduitor sa nu pari, nici prea intelept;

Daca poti visa fara sa-ti faci din vise stapin,
Daca poti gindi fara sa faci din gandire un tel;
Daca poti intilni Triumful si Dezastrul,
Si sa-i tratezi pe acesti doi impostori la fel;
Daca poti asculta adevarul rostit de tine
Rastalmacit de ticalosi pentru cei fara minte,
Ori sa-ti vezi distruse lucrurile pentru care ai muncit o viata,
Si sa te ridici ca sa le recladesti chiar cu uzate unelte.

Daca poti face o gramada din toate cistigurile tale,
Si sa le risti pe o singura carte,
Iar daca pierzi, sa iei totul de la inceput
Si niciodata sa nu rostesti un cuvint despre pierderea ta;
Daca iti poti forta si inima si nervii si muschii
Sa te serveasca chiar daca nu mai pot,
Si asa, sa rezisti chiar si cind nu mai este nimic in tine
Cu exceptia Vointei care iti spune: "Continua!"

Daca poti vorbi multimii si sa nu-ti pierzi nobletea
Ori mergand alaturi de regi - sa nu-ti pierzi modestia,
Daca nici dusmanii si nici prietenii nu te pot rani;
Daca toti oamenii pot conta pe tine, insa nu fara limita,
Daca poti umple neiertatorul minut
Cu saizeci de secunde de valoare mereu,
Al tau este Pamantul cu toate ale lui,
Dar – ceea ce inseamna mai mult - vei fi Om, fiul meu!

Joseph Rudyard Kipling, english writer , Nobel Prize for literature in 1907