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Leafing through some books I have at home, I have had to hand a wonderful poem that the poet Rudyard Kipling wrote to his son.
Conoscerete già questa celeberrima poesia, ma è talmente bella e attuale
che la ripropongo con testo originale e traduzione in modo da poterla leggere e rileggiere........"i suoi versi si imprimono nella memoria...per
l'emozione adolescienziale che li anima"...

If

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 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!

TRANSLATION

If you can keep your head when all around you

lose them and do you blame.

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you

while taking into account their doubts.

If you can wait and not be tired of doing

or be surrounded by lies without giving you credit

without giving or being hated and hating

what 'and not look too good or 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 way.

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools

or see things for which you gave your life,

destroyed and to stop building new ones with worn-out tools.

If you can collect all your winnings And risk

launch

heads or tails and lose, and start again at your beginnings and never

whisper a word about your loss.

If you can force your heart, nerves and muscles

to serve your purpose well beyond their means and so

going when

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 without losing simplicity.

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you.

If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill a

unforgiving minute with sixty seconds long trip

Yours is the Earth and everything that is in it,

and - more importantly - you'll be a man my son!