Dragan

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 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!Ako uspeš sačuvati glavu dok svi oko tebe Bezglavi jure i za to krive nikoga do tebe; Ako sačuvaš veru u sebe dok svi u tebe Sumnjaju, i još da im platiš što sumnjaju u tebe; Ako možeš čekati neumoran od čekanja, Ili slušati laži a da te laž ne pokvari, Ili biti omražen bez ikakvog opravdanja, I još da ne izgledaš dobro i ne pričaš mudre stvari;Ako možeš da sanjaš – a da ne poklekneš pod vlašću Sna; Ako možaš da misliš – a da misao za cilj ne držiš; Ako se suočiti možeš sa trijumfom i propašću I još da usto ovo dvoje za istu stvar držiš; Ako možeš izdržati da čuješ sopstvenu istinu Izvrnutu od nitkova - da zamka bude budalama, Ili gledati najdraže stvari kako se rasplinu, Skupljati ih, graditi ponovo, dok sve se opet slama;Ako možeš sabrati u hrpu sve svoje zgoditke I rizikovati ih u jednom bacanju kocke, I izgubiti i stati iznova na svoje početke I ne pomenuti više nikada te kurvinske kocke; Ako možeš prisiliti svoje srce, nerve, tetive Da ti služe dugo nakon se sklope smrtne ralje, I da se drže i guraju iako u tebi nema više žive Sile, ničeg osim volje koja kaže: »Idemo dalje«Ako možeš da glasnogovoriš masi i častan ostaneš, Ili da šetaš s kraljevima, al običan sasvim; Ako pred prijateljem i neprijateljem isti staneš; Ako svi računaju na tebe, al niko baš sasvim; Ako možeš da osetiš neoprostivu minutu U šezdesetsekundnom neopisivom trku – Onda je Zemlja tvoja, sine, i sve što je na njoj - I još više, mnogo više – bićeš čovek, sine moj!

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