当你老了 When you are old
--- William Butler 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.
当你老了，头白了，睡意昏沉，
炉火旁打盹，请取下这部诗歌，
慢慢读，回想你过去眼神的柔和，
回想它们昔日浓重的阴影；
多少人爱你青春欢畅的时辰，
爱慕你的美丽，假意或真心，
只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂，
爱你衰老了的脸上痛苦的皱纹；
垂下头来，在红光闪耀的炉子旁，
凄然地轻轻诉说那爱情的消逝，
在头顶的山上它缓缓踱着步子，
在一群星星中间隐藏着脸庞。
古文版
双鬓斑白，睡意绵绵， 倦坐炉旁，取此诗卷。 细品详读，梦回柔光，
昔时双眸，深邃美象。 叹羡汝之倩影，甚多， 真真假假，来去客过。 唯一人，爱汝之圣体， 虽经风霜，吾爱不易。 火光熠熠，汝屈炉旁， 低声沉吟，爱已夭亡。 即时即景，却上心头， 爱亦远躲，不知可否?
当你老了 When you are old
--- William Butler 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.
当你老了，头白了，睡意昏沉，
炉火旁打盹，请取下这部诗歌，
慢慢读，回想你过去眼神的柔和，
回想它们昔日浓重的阴影；
多少人爱你青春欢畅的时辰，
爱慕你的美丽，假意或真心，
只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂，
爱你衰老了的脸上痛苦的皱纹；
垂下头来，在红光闪耀的炉子旁，
凄然地轻轻诉说那爱情的消逝，
在头顶的山上它缓缓踱着步子，
在一群星星中间隐藏着脸庞。
古文版
双鬓斑白，睡意绵绵， 倦坐炉旁，取此诗卷。 细品详读，梦回柔光，
昔时双眸，深邃美象。 叹羡汝之倩影，甚多， 真真假假，来去客过。 唯一人，爱汝之圣体， 虽经风霜，吾爱不易。 火光熠熠，汝屈炉旁， 低声沉吟，爱已夭亡。 即时即景，却上心头， 爱亦远躲，不知可否?