Yeats: "When We Are Old"
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Taking a nap in front of the stove, please take it off This poem,
Chant it slowly and dream of your eyes back then
The soft light and green halo;
How many people are true and false , loved your beauty,
loved your joyful and charming youth,
Only one person has loved you with the heart of a pilgrim,
loved you The sadness on the fading face;
When you are hunched over by the hot grate,
You will speak softly, with a hint of sadness,
< p>The lost love is now walking up the mountain,His shame is buried among the dense stars.
When you are old
Translated by Yuan Kejia
When you are old, your hair is white and you are sleepy,
Doze by the fire , please take down this poem,
read it slowly, recalling the softness of your eyes in the past,
recalling their heavy shadows in the past;
How many people love In your youthful and joyous moments,
I admire your beauty, falsely or sincerely,
Only one person loves you with the soul of a pilgrim,
Loves you as you age The painful wrinkles on the face;
Hang your head, beside the shining red stove,
Sadly and softly tell the disappearance of love,
On the mountains overhead it paced slowly,
hiding its face among a cluster of stars.
——1893
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