叶慈：当你老了

When You Are Old

——W. B. Yeats

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.

当你已老去

当你已老去，白发如雪，睡意浓浓，

红泥火炉边打盹时，取下这本书，

细细翻阅，梦忆往昔的容颜，

你双眸中的柔情，曾这般扑朔迷离。

多少人曾沉迷于你的一颦一笑，

真假间醉心于你娇美的神采。

唯独有一人倾慕你的心魂儿，

爱恋着你芳华散尽后的哀愁。

红红炉栅旁，缓缓弯下腰，

呢喃哀叹，真爱竟如此远逝。

攀上层山，掩面飘逸群星间。