—When you are old and grey and full of sleep
当你老了，头发花白，睡意沉沉
—And nodding by the fire take down this book
倦坐在炉边，取下这本书来
—And slowly read,and dream of the soft look
慢慢读着，追梦当年的眼神
—Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep
你那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影
—How many loved your moments of glad grace
多少人爱过你昙花一现的身影
—And loved your beauty with love false or true
爱过你的美貌，以虚伪或真情
—But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you
惟独一人曾爱你那朝圣者的心
— And loved the sorrows of your changing face
爱你哀戚的脸上岁月的留痕
—Murmur,a little sadly,how Love fled
忧戚沉思，喃喃而语
—And bending down beside the glowing bars
在炉罩边低眉弯腰
—And paced upon the mountains overhead
爱情是怎样逝去，又怎样步上群山
—And hid his face amid a crowd of stars
怎样在繁星之间藏住了脸
爱尔兰诗人威廉·巴特勒·叶芝1893年创作的诗歌，《When you are old》『当你老了』
当你老了，头发花白，睡意沉沉
—And nodding by the fire take down this book
倦坐在炉边，取下这本书来
—And slowly read,and dream of the soft look
慢慢读着，追梦当年的眼神
—Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep
你那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影
—How many loved your moments of glad grace
多少人爱过你昙花一现的身影
—And loved your beauty with love false or true
爱过你的美貌，以虚伪或真情
—But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you
惟独一人曾爱你那朝圣者的心
— And loved the sorrows of your changing face
爱你哀戚的脸上岁月的留痕
—Murmur,a little sadly,how Love fled
忧戚沉思，喃喃而语
—And bending down beside the glowing bars
在炉罩边低眉弯腰
—And paced upon the mountains overhead
爱情是怎样逝去，又怎样步上群山
—And hid his face amid a crowd of stars
怎样在繁星之间藏住了脸
爱尔兰诗人威廉·巴特勒·叶芝1893年创作的诗歌，《When you are old》『当你老了』
