You may rest awhile if the going be tough,
Take a breath when the terrain is rough;
Let the oars get some respite
And rower fresh viands bite.
But the journey must anon continue,
For time tells motions of the brave
(According to holy lores heavens gave) ,
Shall all forever subdue the earth;
And man's toil shall win him mirth.
Pull your ear from naysayers' sigh
That affirms that they forever can't;
Keep the company of them that try;
Dwell in the fold of sons of hope.
Remember it's no crime to slip a cry
If bristles of fate prick your heart;
Allow a tear if the pain be too much,
But through all remember this part:
You must always keep on keeping on!
Nothing has ever successfully stood
In the bold path of a determined man,
Who keeps walking despite the mood.
The world lacks case of one who tried,
And was the object of his toil denied!
Give ear all that hear the spoken word,
For none like this has ever been heard -
The esoteric code that rules the world:
That you'll have to keep on keeping on!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem