<p class="ql-block">By William Butler Yeats 威廉·巴特勒·葉芝</p> <p class="ql-block">When you are old and grey and full of sleep, 當(dāng)你老了，頭發(fā)花白，睡意沉沉，</p><p class="ql-block">And nodding by the fire，take down this book, 倦坐在爐邊，取下這本書(shū)來(lái)，</p><p class="ql-block">And slowly read,and dream of the soft look 慢慢讀著，追夢(mèng)當(dāng)年的眼神</p><p class="ql-block">Your eyes had once,and of their shadows deep; 你那柔美的神采與深幽的暈影。</p> <p class="ql-block">How many loved your moments of glad grace, 多少人愛(ài)過(guò)你曇花一現(xiàn)的身影，</p><p class="ql-block">And loved your beauty with love false or true, 愛(ài)過(guò)你的美貌，以虛偽或真情，</p><p class="ql-block">But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you 惟獨(dú)一人曾愛(ài)你那朝圣者的心，</p><p class="ql-block">And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 愛(ài)你哀戚的臉上歲月的留痕。</p> <p class="ql-block">And bending down beside the glowing bars, 在爐罩邊低眉彎腰，</p><p class="ql-block">Murmur,a little sadly,how Love fled 憂(yōu)戚沉思，喃喃而語(yǔ)，</p><p class="ql-block">And paced upon the mountains overhead 愛(ài)情是怎樣逝去，又怎樣步上群山，</p><p class="ql-block">And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. 怎樣在繁星之間藏住了臉。</p>