CE

Ce miren si lahko, medtem ko kdo na tvoji poti
pokaze s prstom nate in razum svoj izgubi;
ce vero obdrzis, ko dvom kdaj koga se poloti,
vendar, ker vere nima vec, ne vzplameni ti kri;
ce ti pricakovanje ne zadaja bridkih boli,
in ce, poslusajoc lazi, lagal ne bos nikdar;
ce osovrazen ti sovrastva ne spoznas nikoli;
ne bodi prevec dober in prepameten nikar;

ce sanjas, ne da sanje zate bi postale slavje;
ce mislis, ne da bi verjel, da tu vsa ucenost lezi;
ce srecevati znas poraz in zmagoslavje
in oba sleparja zreti z istimi ocmi;
ce bos resnice svoje snezno bele nosil ti lahko,
ki lopovi krive jih, da prevarili bi tepcev mase;
ce gledal bos, kako bo kdo unicil vse, kar ti je cilj bilo,
poljubil te, da bi izbral naljepse dele zase;

ce zmores iz dobitkov narediti kup visok
in tvegati, da s sunkom enim samim se podre,
pripravljen vse na novo spet zaceti, kot da si otrok,
brez godrnjanja in smehljaje, zgubljajoc prav vse;
ce ti prisilis zivce in srce, koleno,
da sluzijo do konca, pa ceprav je vse odslo;
in ce drzis se dobro, ko se vse ustavi leno,
le volja ne, ki ti zaklice: "Kvisku zdaj glavo!";

ce v mnozici bos, ne da hotel vse bi razdejati;
ce kralje bos obiskoval brez misli, da si sam junak za dva;
ce ne prijatelj ne sovraznik te ne uspeta zapeljati;
ce zate clovek vsak, nobeden pa prevec, zares velja;
ce napolniti pametno minuto vsako nepovratno
znas s sesdesetimi sekundami izhojenih poti, strmin;
bo zemlja in blaginja njena ti prijetna tisockratno,
saj CLOVEK BOS, MOJ SIN!

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 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!