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.
Óìåé ìå÷òàòü, íå ñòàâ ðàáîì ìå÷òàíüÿ,
È ìûñëèòü, ìûñëè íå îáîæåñòâèâ;
Ðàâíî âñòðå÷àé óñïåõ è ïîðóãàíüå,
Íå çàáûâàÿ, ÷òî èõ ãîëîñ ëæèâ;
Îñòàíüñÿ òèõ, êîãäà òâîå æå ñëîâî
Êàëå÷èò ïëóò, ÷òîá óëîâëÿòü ãëóïöîâ,
Êîãäà âñÿ æèçíü ðàçðóøåíà, è ñíîâà
Òû äîëæåí âñå âîññîçäàâàòü ñ îñíîâ.
Ìîé îòâåò...
Óìåþ ÿ ìå÷òàòü, íå ñòàâ ðàáîþ,
È ìûñëþ, íå îáîæåñòâëÿÿ ìûñëü
Âñòðå÷àþâñ¸ ñ óëûáêîé - óñïåõ è ïîðóãàíüå,
Íå çàáûâàÿ, ÷òî èõ ãîëîñ ëæèâ.
 òåíè ìîãó îñòàòüñÿ, êîãäà ìî¸ æå ñëîâî
Êàëå÷èò ïëóò, ÷òîá óìèëÿòü ãëóïöîâ.
Êîãäà âñ¸ â æèçíè ðóøèòñÿ,
Ëþáîâüþ âîçâûøàÿ, âåðþ, ÷òî çàìêè ñòðîþ,
Ñîçäàâàÿ îñíîâó áóäóùèõ ìèðîâ!