R. Kipling. If
R. Kipling. If óêðà¿íñüêèé ïåðåêëàä
Ùå îäèí :-)
Îðèã³íàë:
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!
̳é ïåðåêëàä:
ßêùî òè ÿñíèé ðîçóì áåðåæåø
Ó ÷àñ ÷óæèõ áåçóìíèõ çâèíóâà÷åíü,
ßêùî â³ä â³ðè â ñåáå ãåòü íå éäåø,
Òà é ñóìí³âè ÷óæ³ ó쳺ø áà÷èòü;
ßêùî íå âòîìëþºøñÿ òè ÷åêàòü,
Áðåõí³ ÷óæ³é íå ñòàíåø ïîñòóïàòèñü,
ßêùî ó쳺ø ãåòü íåíàâèñòü ñëàòü
² íå ïî÷íåø ñîáîþ õèçóâàòèñü;
ßêùî òè âëàä³ äóìö³ íå äàñè
² â쳺ø òè íàêçóâàòè ìð³¿,
Çäð³áí³òè äîâåäåòüñÿ ÷è çðîñòè -
Îáèäâ³ çì³íè ñòð³íåø ÿê íåùèð³;
ßêùî òó ³ñòèíó, øî òè ñêàçàâ,
Ëîâö³ äóðíèõ æîðñòîêî ïåðåêðóòÿòü
² ñòåðïèø, ÷è âñå òå, çî çáóóâàâ,
Çðóéíóþòü, é çíîâ ïî÷íåø, áî áóòè ìóñèòü;
ßêùî âñå òå, ùî âèãðàòè çóì³â,
Òè ìîæåø çíîâó ðèçèêó ï³ääàòè,
Ïðîãðàòè - ³ áåç æîäíèõ ñêàðãè ñë³â
Óòðà÷åíå òè ñòàíåø çíîâ ñêëàäàòè;
ßêùî çàëó÷èø òè äî áîðîòüáè
ªñòâî âñå - ñåðöå, íåðâè, ñóõîæèëëÿ,
ßêèõ íåìà - òàê³ ñëàáê³ âîíè,
Ëèø âîë³ çîâ "Òðèìàéñÿ!" äàñòü çóñèëëÿ;
ßêùî â³ä íàòîâïó íàõàáñòâà òè,
À â³ä öàðÿ - ïèõè íå ñòàíåø áðàòè,
Äðóã, âîðîã âðàçèòü - òà áåç ãîñòðîòè,
² âñ³ òåáå ö³íóþòü - õî÷ íå íàäòî;
ßêùî âêëàäàºø ñåíñ ó êîæíó ìèòü -
Ïðèéìè âåñü ñâ³ò, áàãàòèé ³ áåçì³ðíèé,
À çäîáóòîê, ùî á³ëüøå ñë³ä õâàëèòü -
̳é ñèíó, ÷îëîâ³ê òè ³ ëþäèíà!
Ïåðåêëàä 22.11.2025
àäðåñà: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=1052546
Ðóáðèêà: ˳ðèêà êîõàííÿ
äàòà íàäõîäæåííÿ 02.12.2025
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