When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy.
Take a nap by the fire, take down this book,
Reading slowly, dreaming of the gentle eyes.
Your eyes were once, and their shadows were deep;
How many people love your happy and elegant moments,
Love your beauty with false or true love;
But there is one person who loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the sadness on your aging face;
Bend down by the glowing fireplace,
Whispering a little sadly, how love dies.
Pacing on the mountains overhead,
Hide his face among the stars.
When you are old (Ye Zhi)
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 out of hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles of your old face.
Bend down by the red flame,
Whispering sadly, why does love die,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
Hide your face among the stars.