When you are old, when you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, English poetry.
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, 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 loved you when you were young?
Is it false or sincere to worship your beauty,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles of your old face.
Bend down by the red flame,
Sad whisper, why does love die,
He paced slowly on the mountain overhead,
Bury your face in the stars.
Did you get a look at him? English poetry when you are old? After that, I share? Ye Zhi's English poems? !
Bai Niao, Bai Niao
-Author: W.B. Ye Zhi
Dear, I wish we were Bai Niao on the sea foam!
We are tired of the meteor flame, before it disappears;
The flame of the blue star at dusk hangs low on the edge of the sky.
Awaken the sadness in our hearts, my dear, it will not disappear.
Dear, I hope we are a white bird on the waves!
The meteor is not dead yet, and we are tired of its shining;
The sky is very low, and the light of the blue star in the morning light
Awaken you and me, an immortal sadness.
Tiredness comes from dreamers who are stained with dew, lilies and roses;
Ah, don't dream of them, my love, the flame of a meteor,
Or the flame of the blue star hangs low in the dew autumn:
Because I want us to become Bai Niao on the drifting bubble: me and you!
A little drowsiness escapes from lily and rose dreams wet with dew;
Oh, dear, don't dream of the meteor shining.
Don't dream that the light of the blue star lingers in the dew;
I hope we can be Bai Niao on the waves: me and you!
I'm troubled by countless islands and many Dana shores,
Time will definitely forget us, and sorrow will no longer come near us;
Soon we will be away from roses and lilies, away from the troubles of flames,
Dear, I wish we were white birds, floating on the waves!
I am troubled by countless islands and Dannan Lake.
Where time will forget us and sorrow will no longer come;
Will soon be far away from the erosion of rose and lily starlight.
As long as we are Bai Niao, my dear, wandering in the waves!
-Fu Hao translation