1If you can keep your head when all about you
2 Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
3If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
4 But make allowance for their doubting too:
5If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
6 Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
7Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
8 And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
9If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
10 If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
11If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
12 And treat those two impostors just the same:
13If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
14 Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
15Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
16 And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;
17If you can make one heap of all your winnings
18 And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
19And lose, and start again at your beginnings
20 And never breathe a word about your loss:
21If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
22 To serve your turn long after they are gone,
23And so hold on when there is nothing in you
24 Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
25If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
26 Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
27If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
28 If all men count with you, but none too much:
29If you can fill the unforgiving minute
30 With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
31Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
32 And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
1If you can keep your head when all about you
2 Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
3If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
4 But make allowance for their doubting too:
5If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
6 Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
7Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
8 And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
9If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
10 If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
11If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
12 And treat those two impostors just the same:
13If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
14 Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
15Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
16 And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;
17If you can make one heap of all your winnings
18 And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
19And lose, and start again at your beginnings
20 And never breathe a word about your loss:
21If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
22 To serve your turn long after they are gone,
23And so hold on when there is nothing in you
24 Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
25If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
26 Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
27If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
28 If all men count with you, but none too much:
29If you can fill the unforgiving minute
30 With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
31Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
32 And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
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!
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
A Reading of the Poem — Hear a reading of "If—."
The Author's Life — Read more about Rudyard Kipling in this brief overview of his life and work.
Stoicism — For more information about the Stoic philosophy that informs this poem, check out this entry in the Encyclopedia Britannica.
The Stiff Upper Lip — "If—" is often associated with the stereotypical British "stiff upper lip"; read more about that expression and what it means here.
Kipling's Influence — Read an interesting essay about Kipling's influence in the United States and, more broadly, the lasting popularity of "If—."