If

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 imposters 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 wornout 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 breath 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";

Najlepše pevaju zablude. O, vali,
Rimuje se more! Tad smo na žal pali.

Malo je imena ispisanih na vodi.
Svi puze il lete, al malo ko brodi
Gordijim morem opasnoj slobodi.
Dan je u sebi noć, a sunce pali.

Izgubi put ako putovanju smeta.
Ah što je lepo i opasno: cvetradicveta!
Posveti gorkoj zvezdi uvrh leta
Lekoviti rečnik bilja u uvali.

Branko Miljkovic

Sokakom Zlatne Grede
k’o macor sumrak prede
Ljulja se nad kanalom klisanski bus
Tvrdava pusta mesec kao zmaja
nad Varadinom
Aveti tera sa trga Miletic vecito prgav

Salajka drema brale, krovovi lule pale
Liman uz Dunav tece, dobar su par
Kroz senku bloka pristizu decaci
Detelinarci
Dok buket zvezda prelep
laticom srebri Telep

Novi Sad, podseti se da je grad
kad mu se sa ulica bitange sklone..
Novi Sad, jos zablista ponekad
kad sest raznih crkava uglas zazvone

Dobro vece Novi Sade moj
Ono sto je ostalo ... Dobro vece, deco.
U raznim gradovima sam govorio "Dobro vece, zemljaci"
...Dobro vece, moji.

Bio sam, kud sve nisam, vise ni ne znam 'di sam
vid’o sam sve kojesta, bedu i sjaj
Varosi ima, sto da gresim dusu,
boljih i lepsih
al’ samo jedna je, shvac'as",
varos u koju se vracas.