When you are 0ld-Pierre De Ronsard English version 1
When you're old, at night with candles on.
Bend over your wool by the fire,
Read my poem and mumble, "Ronsard writer.
This kind of praise for my beauty. "
Not a maid, but, it sounds,
Although nodding at the stitches on the embroidered stool,
Will wake up and bless the benefits of love.
Their long-term loyalty has brought time to the school.
I'll get thinner and become an underground ghost.
After the pain, under the quiet myrtle tree,
But you, an old woman, will crouch by the fireplace.
Mourn my love and all your proud contempt.
Because who can say what will happen tomorrow?
When you 10 years old-Pierre de Lansard English version 2
When you are very old, in your chair.
On eve, beside the fire, your shuttle,
Singing my poem, you will cry in surprise,
? When I was still beautiful, Lansade preached my charm. ?
No servant heard you announce this.
(although o? Her work makes you sleepy.
But as soon as I hear my name, her fatigue will disappear.
Bless your name with praise.
I'm going to be a boneless ghost? Underground,
I rest forever in the shade of myrtle,
Would you? Well, your fire is old and gray,
My love regrets and your contemptuous hatred.
Believe me, live in the present, don't wait for tomorrow,
But summon up the courage to live? Take advantage of today's roses.
Live and pick the roses of the world today. ?
When you are old-Longsha
When you are old, light candles in the twilight.
Knit a sweater by the fire
Read my poem and complain in a low voice:
? When she was young and beautiful, Ronsa wrote poems to praise me?
Your maids are tired and sleepy on the low stool.
Hear the sound
Everyone was awakened and surprised that you were lucky.
Praise by him, and gain eternity in such praise.
At that time, I may have been a thin ghost underground.
Break free from pain and sleep quietly in the shade of peach trees.
And you, too, are a rickety old woman by the fire.
Regret the past and despise my love proudly. Who knows what will happen tomorrow?
Live, while it is still there, hurry to pick roses.