If anyone blames you for losing their reason,
If you can keep your cool,
If everyone doesn't believe you,
If you can trust yourself and embrace their doubts,
If you wait and don't get tired of waiting,
If you are deceived and do not answer by deception,
If you are hated and do not hate,
And if you don't pretend to be too good, too wise,
If you can dream and not be a slave of dreams,
If you can think but not target your thoughts,
If you meet Victory and Disaster,
If I could treat these two crooks equally,
When I saw the things that you've devoted your life to falling apart,
If I could pick up the old tools and rebuild them,
If the heart, nerves, and tendons are worn out,
All I have left is the will to say "butira."
If you can still hold out,
If you don't lose your virtue while talking to many people,
If you can walk with the kings and not be arrogant,
If an unforgivable minute,
If you can fill it with a 60-second run,
Then this world and everything in it will be yours.
And only then will you become an adult!