When You Are Old当你老了

When you are old and gray and full of sleepAnd nodding by the firetake down this bookAnd slowly readand dream of the soft look Your eyes had onceand of their shadows deepHow many loved your moments of glad graceAnd loved your beauty with love false or true But one man loved the pilgrim soul in youAnd loved the sorrows of your changing faceAnd bending down beside the glowing barsMurmur,a little sadlyhow love fled And paced upon the mountains overheadAnd hid his face amid a crowd of stars

當你老了，頭白了，睡思昏沉，爐火旁打盹，請取下這部詩歌，慢慢讀，回想你過去眼神的柔和， 回想它們昔日濃重的陰影； 多少人愛你青春歡暢的時辰，愛慕你的美麗，假意或真心，隻有一個人愛你那朝聖者的靈魂， 愛你衰老了的臉上痛苦的皺紋； 垂下頭來，在紅光閃耀的爐子旁， 凄然地輕輕訴說那愛情的消逝，在頭頂的山上它緩緩踱着步子， 在一群星星中間隐藏着臉龐，一起變老多好。