Si tu peux voir détruit l'ouvrage de ta vie

Et sans dire un seul mot te mettre à rebâtir,

Ou, perdre d'un seul coup le gain de cent parties

Sans un geste et sans un soupir ;

Si tu peux être amant sans être fou d'amour,

Si tu peux être fort sans cesser d'être tendre

Et, te sentant haï sans haïr à ton tour,

Pourtant lutter et te défendre ;

Si tu peux supporter d'entendre tes paroles

Travesties par des gueux pour exciter des sots,

Et d'entendre mentir sur toi leur bouche folle,

Sans mentir toi-même d'un seul mot ;

Si tu peux rester digne en étant populaire,

Si tu peux rester peuple en conseillant les rois

Et si tu peux aimer tous tes amis en frère

Sans qu'aucun d'eux soit tout pour toi ;

Si tu sais méditer, observer et connaître

Sans jamais devenir sceptique ou destructeur ;

Rêver, mais sans laisser ton rêve être ton maître,

Penser sans n'être qu'un penseur ;

Si tu peux être dur sans jamais être en rage,

Si tu peux être brave et jamais imprudent,

Si tu sais être bon, si tu sais être sage

Sans être moral ni pédant ;

Si tu peux rencontrer Triomphe après Défaite

Et recevoir ces deux menteurs d'un même front,

Si tu peux conserver ton courage et ta tête

Quand tous les autres les perdront,

Alors, les Rois, les Dieux, la Chance et la Victoire

Seront à tout jamais tes esclaves soumis

Et, ce qui vaut mieux que les Rois et la Gloire,
Tu seras un Homme, mon fils.

Joseph Rudyard Kipling (December 30, 1865 – January 18, 1936) was an English author and poet, born in Bombay, India, and best known for his works The Jungle Book (1894), The Second Jungle Book (1895), Just So Stories (1902), and Puck of Pook's Hill (1906); his novel, Kim (1901); his poems, including Mandalay (1890), Gunga Din (1890), and "If—" (1910); and his many short stories, including "The Man Who Would Be King" (1888) and the collections Life's Handicap (1891), The Day's Work (1898), and Plain Tales from the Hills (1888). He is regarded as a major "innovator in the art of the short story"; his children's books are enduring classics of children's literature; and his best work speaks to a versatile and luminous narrative gift.

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!