When you are old and grey and full of sleep;
当你老了，白发苍苍，睡意绵绵;
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
在炉前打盹，请取下这部诗歌;
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
慢慢吟咏，梦见你当年的双眼，
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
那柔美的光芒与青幽的晕影;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
多少人爱过你的美丽;
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
爱过你欢乐而迷人的青春;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
假意，或者真情，唯独一人爱过你朝圣者的灵魂
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
爱你衰老的脸上痛苦的皱纹;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
当你佝偻着，在灼热的炉子边
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
你将轻轻诉说，带着一丝伤感，逝去的爱，如今已步上高山，在密密星群里埋藏着他的赧颜。
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