好詩一首--If

"If" is a poem by Rudyard Kipling. It was written in 1895; the poem was first published in the Brother Square Toes chapter of Rewards and Fairies, Kipling's 1910 collection of short stories and poems. Like William Ernest Henley's Invictus, it is a memorable evocation of Victorian stoicism and the "stiff upper lip" that popular culture has made into a traditional British virtue. Its status is confirmed both by the number of parodies it has inspired, and by the widespread popularity it still draws amongst Britons (it was voted Britain's favourite poem in a 1995 BBC opinion poll).
According to Kipling in his autobiography Something of Myself, posthumously published in 1937, the poem was inspired by Dr Leander Starr Jameson, who in 1895 led a raid by British forces against the Boers in South Africa, subsequently called the Jameson Raid.[1] This defeat increased the tensions that ultimately led to the Second Boer War. The British press, however, portrayed Jameson as a hero in the middle of the disaster, and the actual defeat as a British victory.

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 all 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!





假如　
假如舉世倉皇失措，人人怪你，而你能保持冷靜；
假如舉世見疑，而你能相信自己，還能原諒他們的懷疑；
假如你能等待，而不怕等得累，或受謗時不屑以牙還牙，
或被恨時不怨天尤人，然而別看來太好，話也別講得太聰明；
假如你能作夢──而不成為夢的奴隸；
假如你能思考──而不是以思考為目的；
假如你能面對勝利和慘敗，而把這兩個騙子一視同仁；
假如你聽到你講的真話給壞蛋歪曲了去陷害蠢人，卻仍能泰然自持，
或者你看到你曾拼命維護的珍貴東西破碎了
而仍能彎下腰用陳舊的工具去修理；
假如你把你贏的一大堆錢全部孤注一擲而不幸輸掉，
但仍能從頭幹起，並對你的失利三緘其口；
假如你能強迫你的心、勇氣和體力在它們早已枯竭時為你效勞，
因此當你一無所，只剩下吩咐它們：「撐下去！」的意志時，
你就這樣地撐下去；
假如你跟群眾講話而仍保存你的美德，
或者與帝王同行而不忘群眾，
假如敵人或摯友都不能傷害你，
假如人人都依賴你，但沒有一個期望過奢；
假如你能用相等於六十秒的奔跑來填補毫不留情的一分鐘，
地球和它所有的一切，就是屬於你的，而且──更重要的是──
兒啊，你將是個男子漢。　
Rudyard Kipling　（羅德雅．吉百齡）