Å°ÇøµÀÇ ½Ã, '¸¸ÀÏ...' If - An Inspirational Poem

by Rudyard Kipling(1865-1936)

 

 

If you can keep your head when all about you
¸¸ÀÏ ÁÖÀ§ÀÇ ¸ðµç »ç¶÷ÀÌ À̼ºÀ» ÀÒ°í
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
³Ê¸¦ ºñ³­ÇÒ ¶§¿¡ Á¤½ÅÀ» Â÷¸± ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù¸é
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
¸ðµç »ç¶÷ÀÌ ³Ê¸¦ ÀǽÉÇÒ ¶§¿¡ ³× ÀÚ½ÅÀ» ¹ÏÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ°í
But make allowance for their doubting too;
±×µéÀÇ ÀǽɱîÁö ³Ê±×·¯ÀÌ »ý°¢ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù¸é,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
¸¸ÀÏ ±â´Ù¸± ¼ö°¡ ÀÖ°í ±â´Ù¸²¿¡ ÁöÄ¡Áö ¾Ê´Â´Ù¸é
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
³²¿¡°Ô ¼ÓÀÓÀ» ¹Þ°íµµ ¼ÓÀÓÀ¸·Î ´äÇÏÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù¸é
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
¹Ì¿òÀ» ¹Þ¾Æµµ °°ÀÌ ¹Ì¿öÇÏÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù¸é
And yet don't look too gook, nor talk too wise;
±×·¯°íµµ ÂøÇÑ Ã¼ ÇÏÁö ¾Ê°í ÁöÇý·Î¿î ¾ç ¸»ÇÏÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù¸é,
 
 
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
¸¸ÀÏ ²Þ²Ü ¼ö°¡ ÀÖ°í ±×¸®°íµµ ±× ²Þ¿¡ Á¿ìµÇÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù¸é
If you can think - not make thoughts your aim;
»ý°¢ÇÒ ÁÙ ¾ËÁö¸¸ »ý°¢¸¸À» ¸ñÇ¥·Î »ïÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù¸é
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
¸¸ÀÏ ½Â¸®¿Í Àç¾ÓÀ» ¸¸³ª¼­
And treat those two impostors just the same;
ÀÌ µÎ »ç±â²ÛÀ» ¶È°°ÀÌ ´Ù·ê ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù¸é,
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
³×°¡ ¸»ÇÑ Áø¸®°¡ ¾Ç´çµé¿¡ ÀÇÇÏ¿©
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
¾î¸®¼®Àº À̵éÀ» ¼ÓÀ̱â À§ÇØ ¿Ö°îµÊÀ» Âü°í µéÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù¸é
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
»ý¾Ö¸¦ ¹ÙÄ£ »ç¾÷ÀÌ ÇѼø°£¿¡ ¹«³ÊÁüÀ» º¸°í¼­µµ
And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools.
¸öÀ» ±ÁÇô ³°¾ÆºüÁø ¿¬ÀåÀ» °¡Áö°í ´Ù½Ã °Ç¼³ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù¸é,
 
 
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
¸¸ÀÏ ¸ðµç ½Â¸®ÀÇ ¼ÒµæÀ» ÇѲ¨¹ø¿¡ ¸ðµÎ
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
´Ü ÇÑ ¹øÀÇ ³ë¸§¿¡ °É ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù¸é
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
±×¸®°í ÀÒ°í ³ª¼­ ´Ù½Ã óÀ½ºÎÅÍ Ãâ¹ßÇϸ鼭
And never breathe a word about your loss;
ÇÑ ¸¶µðµµ ¼ÕÇØ ºÃ´Ù°í Áß¾ó°Å¸®Áö ¾Ê´Â´Ù¸é,
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
¸¸ÀÏ ³× ½ÉÀå°ú ½Å°æ°ú ±ÙÀ°À»
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
ÈûÀÌ ºüÁø ¿À·£ µÚ¿¡µµ ¾µ¸ð°¡ ÀÖ°Ô ÇÏ°í -
And so hold on when there is nothing in you,
¸¶Ä§³» ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ³²Áö ¾Ê°í ¿ÀÁ÷ ÀÇÁö¸¸ÀÌ
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
"°ßµð¾î¶ó!" ÇÒ ¶§±îÁö °ßµô ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù¸é,
 
 
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
¸¸ÀÏ ±ºÁß°ú À̾߱âÇϸ鼭 ³× ´öÀ» Áöų ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù¸é
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
ȤÀº ¿Õµé°ú µ¿ÇàÇÏ¿©µµ Æò¹üÇÑ ¸ÀÀ» ÀÒÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù¸é
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
¸¸ÀÏ ¿ø¼ö³ª »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â µ¿Áö°¡ ³Ê¸¦ »óÇÏ°Ô ÇÏÁö ¸øÇÑ´Ù¸é
If all men count with you, but none too much;
¸¸ÀÏ ¸ðµç »ç¶÷ÀÌ ³Ê¸¦ ÀÇÁöÇ쵂 ¾Æ¹«µµ Áö³ªÄ¡°Ô ÀÇÁöÇÏÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù¸é
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
¸¸ÀÏ ¿ë¼­¾ø´Â 1ºÐ 1ºÐÀ» ²À 60ÃÊ µ¿¾È
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
´ÞÀ½ÁúÇÑ °Å¸®·Î½á °¡µæÈ÷ ä¿ï ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù¸é
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
ÀÌ ¶¥Àº ³× °ÍÀÌ¿ä, ±× ¾ÈÀÇ ¸ðµç °Íµµ ³× °ÍÀ̷δÙ.
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
±×¸®°í ±× º¸´Ùµµ ³Ê´Â Àΰ£ÀÌ µÇ¸®¶ó, ³» ¾Æµé¾Æ!