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.
Irish) Ye Zhi
I am sleepy when I am old and white.
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 is false or true.
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul.
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face
Hang your head by the red light stove.
Whispering sadly about the passing of love.
It paced slowly on the mountain overhead.
A face is hidden among a group of stars
Ye Zhi is the greatest Irish poet in the 20th century and a Nobel Prize in Literature winner. He began to write poetry at the age of seventeen. His early works are melancholy and mysterious, full of pre-Raphael images and exude attractive aesthetic feeling. After meeting an important woman in his life at the age of 23, he used to regard her as an important symbol in his poems. A famous epitaph written by Ye Zhi for himself is also an excellent poem, which is often narrated and remembered by later generations.
My PS: I also quoted Duras' novel Lover at the beginning.
It is said that this poem was written by him at the age of 80 to his only lover, a girl who can never love. His first love, his eternal pain. ...
When many years later ... when we are old ... I will still smile ... I guess your face is covered with painful wrinkles. ...