If kwa Rudyard kipling
If wewe can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If wewe can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If wewe can wait and not be tired kwa waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
au being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If wewe can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If wewe can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If wewe can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If wewe can kubeba to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted kwa knaves to make a trap for fools,
au watch the things wewe gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If wewe 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 wewe can force your moyo 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 wewe can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
au walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving Marafiki can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If wewe 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!
If wewe can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If wewe can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If wewe can wait and not be tired kwa waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
au being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If wewe can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If wewe can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If wewe can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If wewe can kubeba to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted kwa knaves to make a trap for fools,
au watch the things wewe gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If wewe 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 wewe can force your moyo 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 wewe can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
au walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving Marafiki can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If wewe 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!