WHEN YOU ARE OLD
-by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
WHEN you are old and grey 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.
汝老时
美人迟暮，两鬓斑白。
炉前打盹，寂寞难耐。
取下此书，细细读来。
梦中依稀，柔瞳绿黛。
多少公子，垂涎玉貌。
真情假意，恋汝媚娇。
唯有某君，不同时调。
爱汝心灵，哀容衰貌。
炽热炉边，俯身趋前。
戚戚诉说，交集百感。
逝去之爱，已步高山。
群星之中，隐其芳颜。 |
