當(dāng)你老了

       When You Are Old

      When you are old and gray and full of sleep
　　And nodding by the fire,take down this book,
　　And slowly read,and dream of the soft look
　　Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep;
　　How many loved your moments of glad grace,
　　And loved your beauty with love false or true;
　　But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
　　And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
　　And bending down beside the glowing bars,
　　Murmur,a little sadly,how love fled
　　And paced upon the mountains overhead,
　　And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

       當(dāng)你老了

　　當(dāng)你老了，頭白了，睡思昏沉，
　　爐火旁打盹，請(qǐng)取下這部詩(shī)歌，
　　慢慢讀，回想你過(guò)去眼神的柔和
　　回想它們過(guò)去的濃重的陰影；
　　多少人愛(ài)你年輕環(huán)暢的時(shí)候
　　愛(ài)慕你的美貌出于假意或真心，
　　只有一個(gè)人愛(ài)你那朝圣者的靈魂，
　　愛(ài)你老去的容顏的痛苦的皺紋。
　　躬身在紅光閃耀的爐火旁，
　　凄然的低語(yǔ)，愛(ài)為何消逝，
　　在頭頂?shù)纳缴纤従忰庵阶樱?br /> 　　將臉隱沒(méi)在了群星之中。