吉卜林《如果》
諾貝爾獎得主吉卜林寫給他
12歲兒子的詩
基本介紹
- 中文名：如果
- 外文名：if
- 拼音：rú ɡuǒ
- 解釋：連詞，表示假設。
中文譯文,英文原文,
中文譯文
吉卜林《如果》
諾貝爾獎得主吉卜林寫給他
12歲兒子的詩
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《如果》
如果在眾人六神無主之時,
你鎮定自若而不是人云亦云;
如果被眾人猜忌懷疑時,
你能自信如常而不去枉加辯論;
如果你有夢想,
又能不迷失自我;
如果你有神思,
又不至於走火入魔;
如果在成功之中能不忘形於色,
而在災難之後也勇於咀嚼苦果;
如果看到自己追求的美好破滅為一攤零碎的瓦礫,
也不說放棄;
如果你辛苦勞作,
已是功成名就,
為了新目標,
你依舊冒險一搏,
哪怕功名成烏有;
如果你跟村夫交談而不變謙恭之態,
和王侯散步而不露諂媚之顏;
如果他人的愛情左右不了你,
如果你與任何人為伍都能卓然獨立;
如果昏惑的騷擾動搖不了你的意志,
你能等自己平心靜氣再做答時……
那么，你的修養就會如天地般博大，而你，就是個真正的男子漢了，我的兒子！
英文原文
If——
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;
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;
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 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!
