Rudyard Kipling – Letter to his son

If you can keep your control when all
around you forgiveness and you make a fault;
If you can trust yourself when all men
doubt it, but also to take account of the doubt;
if you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
or being lied about, do not deal in lies,
or you are hated, do not give way to hating,
and yet do not look too good is
not to talk too much wise;
if you can dream and not to do dream your boss;
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 way;
if you can bear to hear the truth What did you say
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools
or watch the things you gave your life, broken,
and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
e rischiarle in un colpo solo a testa e croce,
And lose, and start again from the beginning
and do not say a word on loss;
if you can force your heart, tendons and nerves
to serve your turn when you are time sfinito,
and so hold on when there is nothing left in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Second Duro!”.

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
e a walk with kings without losing touch with the people,
if he can not hurt foes nor’friend more expensive,
If all men count for you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
dando value a ogni minuto che passa,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
is – what is more – you are a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling (Letter to his son, 1910) .

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 from 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 loose 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!

Letter to the son (letter to his son) – Rudyard Kipling

If – Rudyard Kipling .

Sarai un uomo last edit: Thursday,3 January 18:40, 2008 the nabladue
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