Miss Bitch To You

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!
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Ako možeš ostati miran kada na tvom putu
svi izgube glavu i prstom pokazuju na tebe;
Ako sačuvaš povjerenje kada svi ostali sumnjaju;
Ako možeš čekati, a da se ne umoriš čekajući;
Ako ne lažeš kad čuješ laž,
ako ne mrziš kad tebe mrze,
i ako se ne praviš suviše dobar,
niti govoriš suviše mudro;

Ako snivaš, ali ti snovi nisu sve;
Ako misliš, i misli ti ostaju uvijek čiste;
Ako znaš prihvatiti i pobjedu i poraz;
Ako možeš podnijeti da tvoju istinu
varalice iskrivljuju da bi lakše prevarili budale;
Ako vidiš kako u djeliće razbijaju tvoj cilj,
i miran se sagneš da pokupiš ostatke;

Ako možeš sakupiti sva svoja dobra
i staviti ih na kocku, sve odjednom,
i izgubiti, i početi ponovno ispočetka;
Ako možeš prisliti svoje srce, živce
i svoje mišiće da služe tvojim ciljevima
i kada su malaksali,
i ako ustraješ kada sve zastane,
osim Volje koja ti govori: Drži se dobro;

Ako možeš hodati s kraljevima i ne izgubiti ljudskost;
Ako te ni prijatelj ni neprijatelj ne mogu povrijediti;
Ako svaki čovjek znači nešto za tebe,
ali ni jedan suviše;
Ako znaš dobro ispuniti svaku minutu svog života,
i svakog trenutka ideš pravim putem;
Tvoja će biti zemlja i sve njezino blago,
jer
bit ćeš Čovjek, sine moj!

Rudyard Kipling

"Nakon tišine,izražavanju neizrecivog najbliže je glazba." (Aldous Huxley)