Friday, August 31, 2007

"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:

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 all 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!


At 10:12 PM, Blogger Bassem said...

I took this peom at school.. still remember part of the commentary.

If is a peom of four stanzas deep in morals. A father instructs his son with his advice. In the first stanza he asks him to be brave and have confidence in himself, he calls him to have the patience to listen to other's criticizm even if it were untrue, he advises him to follow an honest, loving but moderate way of life.
In the second stanza ....

At 10:13 PM, Blogger Bassem said...

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At 10:15 PM, Blogger Bassem said...

In the second stanza, life imposes different circumstances of success and failure which contradicts with one's demands and hopes. Son must neither build castles in the air nor cry over the spilt milk

At 10:18 PM, Blogger Bassem said...

In the third stanza, when son puts all his eggs in one basket then fails to reach his goal .. umm .. eh..
sorry, can't remember the rest :) after all i took it 19 years ago!

At 11:11 PM, Blogger Majd Batarseh said...

i took it years ago at school as well but would never forget it and it is a special day 4 me ;).. thank u 4 sharing the commentary :)

At 3:29 AM, Blogger Bogus said...

The first time I read this poem was in the basement of the house I grew up in. My father had painstakingly stenciled it out into a poster. And every time I went to tinker in the basement, this poster was there. Now this poem reminds me of my father, and everything he worked so hard to give me. I want to read it at his funeral...I want it read at my funeral.


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