China died that year.
Lover translation
When Hua died, you were gray-haired and sleepy.
Sit by the fire and take a slow nap. Please take down my collection of poems.
Please read slowly, like a dream, and you will relive it.
Your eyes used to be so affectionate and gentle.
How many people have loved your radiant charm,
Love your beautiful face, either sincerely or playfully,
But there is only one person! He loves your holy and devout heart!
When you wash away the lead and grieve for the beauty, she still loves you deeply!
The flame in the furnace is warm and bright, so you lower your head gently.
With a touch of sadness, whispering for the dying love,
At this time, he was wandering alone in Qian Shan,
Hide your face behind the stars staring at you all over the sky.
when you are old
Translated by Yuan Kejia
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the heavy shadows of their past;
How many people love you when you are young and happy,
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face;
I hung my head, by the red fire,
Whispering sadly about the passing of love,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
A face is hidden among a group of stars.
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when you are old
Translated by Qiu Xiaolong
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, take down this book,
Read slowly and dream that your eyes once,
Some tenderness, and their deep shadows;
How many people love your happy and wonderful time,
Love your beauty, whether true or false,
But there is one person who loves your pilgrim soul,
I also love the sadness on your aging face;
Bend over the burning stove,
Muttered sadly, how love left,
Walking alone in the mountains overhead,
Bury his face among the stars.
when you are old
Translated by Yang Mu
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Sleep by the fire, take down this book,
Read slowly and dream back to your eyes.
There is soft light and deep wave shadow;
How many people fall in love, when you are happy and elegant,
Love, your beauty is true, your love is false,
There is someone who loves your soul and faces the mountain.
Love your face changed by your heartbeat.
Bend over the flashing iron railing,
Hey, with a little sadness, how can love be?
Escaped, wandering in the mountains overhead,
Fu hid his face among a group of stars.
when you are old
Fu Hao translation
When you are old, sunburned and sleepy,
Please write down this book when you take a nap by the fire.
Read slowly, dream of your eyes,
Soft eyes, deep reflection in eyes;
How many people love your charming time,
The beauty of loving you comes from hypocrisy or truth,
But only one person loves the sincerity of your soul,
Love the biting wind and frost on your declining face;
Bend down, by the red fireplace,
Whispering sadly, how Cupid escaped,
Walking in the mountains overhead,
Hide his face among the stars.
when you are old
Bai Fei translation
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap in front of the stove, please take down this poem.
Back slowly, dreaming of your eyes,
Soft light and faint shadows;
How many people have loved your beauty with sincerity and hypocrisy,
Love your happy and charming youth,
Only one person loves your pilgrim heart,
Love the sadness on your aging face;
When you lean over the burning fireplace,
You will speak softly, with a hint of sadness:
The lost love has now set foot on the mountain.
Hide its face in a dense cluster of stars.
old age
Ambrose translation
Twilight stained the temples with frost, and the hearth was sleepy.
Next to the heater on a cold night, pick up the poem scroll at will,
Read slowly and carefully, as gently as a dream,
Looking back half my life, I remember the deep shadows;
Everyone loves you, and the whole city has good colors.
It is difficult to distinguish insincerity from hypocrisy,
Only one person, Mu Qing, sincerely,
Time destroys beauty, and sincerity will never change;
Bend down and lie down, wake up in front of the fireplace,
Whisper to yourself, the sadness has disappeared,
Wandering in a Lonely Soul, Wan Li, Philip Burkart,
Looking up at the stars seems to be looking at the face of an old friend.