by Rudyard Kipling
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;
如果周围的人毫无理性地向你发难，你仍能镇定自若保持冷静
如果众人对你心存猜忌，你仍能自信如常并认为他们的猜忌情有可原；
如果你肯耐心等待不急不躁，或遭人诽谤却不以牙还牙，
或遭人憎恨却不以恶报恶；
既不装腔作势，亦不气盛趾高；
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;
如果你有梦想，而又不为梦主宰；
如果你有神思，而又不走火入魔；
如果你坦然面对胜利和灾难，对虚渺的胜负荣辱胸怀旷荡；如果你能忍受有这样的无赖，歪曲你的口吐真言蒙骗笨汉，
或看着心血铸就的事业崩溃，仍能忍辱负重脚踏实地重新攀登；
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";
如果你敢把取得的一切胜利，为了更崇高的目标孤注一掷，
面临失去，决心从头再来而绝口不提自己的损失；
如果人们早已离你而去，你仍能坚守阵地奋力前驱，身上已一无所有，唯存意志在高喊“顶住”；
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!
如果你跟村夫交谈而不变谦虚之态,
亦或与王侯散步而不露谄媚之颜；
如果敌友都无法对你造成伤害；如果众人对你信赖有加却不过分依赖；
如果你能惜时如金利用每一分钟不可追回的光阴；
那么，你的修为就会如天地般博大，并拥有了属于自己的世界，
更重要的是：我的儿子，你成为了一名真正的男子汉！
