Ako

Rudyard Kipling Ako moe ostati miran kada na tvome putu svi izgube glavu i prstom pokazuju na tebe; Ako sauva povjerenje kada svi ostali sumnjaju; Ako moe ekati a da se ne umori ekajui; Ako ne lae kada uje la, Ako ne mrzi kada tebe mrze, I ako se ne pravi suvie dobar, niti govori suvie mudro; Ako sniva, ali ti snovi nisu sve; Ako misli, i misli ti ostaju uvijek iste; Ako zna prihvatiti , i pobjedu i poraz; Ako moe podnijeti da tvoju istinu varalice iskrivljuju da bi lake prevarili budale; Ako vidi kako u djelie razbijaju tvoj cilj, I miran se sagne da pokupi ostatke; Ako moe sakupiti sva svoja dobra I staviti ih na kocku, sve odjednom, I izgubiti, i poeti ponovo ispoetka; Ako moe prisiliti svoje srce, ivce i svoje miie da slue tvojim ciljevima, i kada su malaksali, I ako ustraje kada sve zastane, Osim Volje koja ti govori: "Dri se dobro"; Ako moe hodati s kraljevima i ne izgubiti ljudskost; Ako te ni prijatelj ni neprijatelj ne mogu povrijediti; Ako svaki ovjek znai neto za tebe, ali ni jedan suvie; Ako zna dobro ispuniti svaku minutu svog ivota, I svakog trenutka ide pravim putem; Tvoja e biti zemlja i sve njeno blago, Jer Biti e ovjek, sine moj!

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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, dont deal in lies, Or being hated dont give way to hating, And yet dont look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dreamand not make dreams your master; If you can thinkand 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 youve 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 Kingsnor 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 thats in it, Andwhich is moreyoull be a Man, my son!