Ako
Ako
možes da sačuvas svoju glavu kada svi oko tebe
Gube
svoje i okrivljuju te za to,
Ako
možeš da veruješ sebi kada svi u tebe sumnjaju,
I čak
pridodaješ njihovim sumnjama,
Ako možeš da čekaš, a da ti ne dosadi čekanje,
Ili
ako si prevaren da ne lažeš,
Ili
ako si omrznut da ne mrziš,
A
pored toga da ne izgledaš predobar ili premudar.
Ako
možeš da sanjariš, a da snovi ne ovladaju tobom,
Ako
možeš da razmišljaš, a da ti maštanje ne bude cilj,
Ako
možeš da se suočiš sa uspehom i neuspehom
I da
smatraš te dve varalice kao da su potpuno iste,
Ako
možeš da podneseš kada čuješ da su istinu, koju si rekao
Izvrnuli
nitkovi da bi napravili zamku za budale,
Ili
da posmatraš propast onoga čemu si posvetio ceo život,
I da
pogrbljen sa dotrajalim alatom ponovo stvaraš:
Ako
možeš da staviš na gomilu sve što imaš
I da
ga baciš na kocku,
Izgubiš
i opet počneš ispočetka
I
nikada ne izustiš reč o tom svom gubitku,
Ako
možeš da prisiliš svoje srce i nerve i tetive,
Da se
služe i ako ih nemaš,
Tako
iždržiš kada nema ničega u tebi
Sem
volje koja ti dovikuje: “Istraj.”
Ako
možeš da razgovaraš sa najnižim
I da
sačuvaš svoje dostojanstvo,
Ili
da šetaš sa kraljevima,
A da
ne izgubiš razumevanje za obične ljude,
Ako
ni neprijatelji ni prijatelji ne mogu da te uvrede,
Ako
te svi cene, ali ne suviše.
Ako
možeš da ispuniš jedan nazaboravan minut
Sadržajem
koji traje šezdeset sekundi,
Tvoja
je zemlja i sve što je na njoj.
I
IZNAD SVEGA BIĆES ČOVEK, SINE MOJ!
Rudyard
Kipling (1865. – 1936.)
Dobitnik
Nobelove nagrade 1907
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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 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!
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!
Rudyard Kipling
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