segunda-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2011

if Rudyard Kipling and i found ourselves together


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!

Rudyard Kipling


Quando tudo na vida parecer perdido;
quando tu despencares na dura verdade,
sentindo os dissabores da realidade
contra teu sonho, para sempre abatido;

quando os teus amigos te derem as costas;
quando da amizade tu mais precisares,
mas este bem fugir esquivo pelos ares,
e o mundo sem sentido não te der respostas;

quando a derrota for triunfante e total,
faltando-te a saúde física e mental
para que te defendas de toda opressão;

quando enfim só restar-te amarga solidão,
não peças a mundana ou celeste clemência,
pois tens um bem maior: a tua consciência.

Marcos Satoru Kawanami