IF....

Katram ir tiesības uz viedokli un nevienam nav tiesību to apkarot.

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!

R. Kipling

Ja ej caur sapņiem, nekalpodams sapņiem,
Ja domu izdomā, bet nepadodies tai,
Vienalga, vai tas stars, vai tumsa apņem,
Tu saki - nieks, un saki - malds, un - lai!

Ja negursti, kad tevis teikto vārdu
Par ēsmu slazdā met, kur nerriem skriet,
Ja to, ko cel tu, sveša roka ārda, -
Bet tu no jauna iesāc liekt un sliet,

Ja visas savas uzvaras un priekus
Kā grasi met ( vai ģerbonis vai raksts )
Un nospēlē, un izdali kā niekus,
Un sāc no gala savu kalnu rakt,

Ja vari piespiest sirdi salauzt sevi
Un palikt, darīt, varēt, izturēt,
Kad nespēks nāk, kad it nekā nav tevī
Kā tikai griba, kura saka: "SPĒT!"

Ja vari pūlim pretim bilst un drosmīgs stāvēt,
Un iebilst karalim, un nekļūt glaims un stīvs,
Ja it nevienam vārdam tevi nenonāvēt,
Ja tevi baida, bet tu paliec brīvs,

Ja katru brīdi piepildi ar laiku,
Bet it ne mirkli nesaki, ka žēl, -
Tu topi kungs virs zemes spožā vaiga,
Vēl vairāk - CILVĒKS topi tu, mans dēls!

/ atdz. M.Silmale /

Vladej soboi sredi tolpi smjatennoi,
Tebja kljanuschei za smjatenje vseh,
Verj sam v sebja naperekor vselennoj
I moloveram otpusti ih greh.
Pustj chas nje probil, zhdi nje ustavaja,
Pustj lgut lzheci, nje snishodi do nih,
Umej proschatj, i nje kazhisj proschaja,
Velikodushnej i mudrej drugih.

Umej mechtatj, ne stav rabom mechtanja
I mislitj, mislj ne obozhestviv,
Ravno snosi hvalu i poruganje,
Nje zabivaja, chto ih golos lzhiv.
Ostanjsja tih, kogda tvojo zhe slovo
Kalechit plut, chtob upovljatj glupcov,
Kogda vsja zhiznj razrushena, i snova
Ti dolzhen vsjo vossozdavatj s osnov.

Umej postavitj v radostnoj nadezhde
Na kartu vsjo, chto nakopil s trudom,
Vsjo proigratj i nischim statj, kak prezhde,
I nikogda nje pozhaletj o tom.
Umej prinuditj serdce, nervi, telo
Tebe sluzhitj, kogda v tvojei grudi
Uzhe davno vsjo pusto, vsjo sgorelo
I toljko volja govorit - IDI !

Ostanjsja prost, beseduja s carjami,
Ostanjsja chesten, govorja s tolpoj,
Budj prjam i tvjord s vragami i druzjami
Pustj vse v svoi chas schitajutsja s toboi.
Napolni smislom kazhdoje mgnovenje
Chasov i dnej njeulovimij beg -
Togda vesj mir ti primish vo vladenje,
Togda, moi sin, ti budesh chelovek !