When you are old William Butler Yeats (1865- 1939)
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,
Loving your beauty with true or false 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
Old, gray-haired and sleepy.
Sleepy by the fire. Take down this collection of poems.
Read slowly and dream of your gentle eyes.
Recall their heavy shadows.
How many people worship your elegant and cheerful moments?
Is it true or false to worship your beauty?
But there is someone who loves you, the pilgrim's soul.
Worship the sadness on your face.
Bend over near the burning hot stove wall.
Whispering sadly how love died.
Walking slowly on the top of the mountain.
Hide his face in the stars.