Whenyouareoldandgreyandfullofsleep,当你老了,白发苍苍,睡意朦胧,

　　Andnoddingbythefire,takedownthisbook,倦坐在炉边,取下这本书来,

　　Andslowlyread,anddreamofthesoftlook慢慢读着,追梦当年的眼神

　　Youreyeshadonce,andoftheirshadowsdeep;那柔美的神采与深幽的晕影.

　　Howmanylovedyourmomentsofgladgrace,多少人爱过你青春的片影,

　　Andlovedyourbeautywithlovefalseortrue,爱过你的美貌,以虚伪或是真情,

　　ButonemanlovedthepilgrimSoulinyou,惟独一人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂,

　　Andlovedthesorrowsofyourchangingface;爱你哀戚的脸上岁月的留痕.

　　Andbendingdownbesidetheglowingbars,在炉栅边,你弯下了腰,

　　Murmur,alittlesadly,howLovefled低语着,带着浅浅的伤感,

　　Andpaceduponthemountainsoverhead爱情是怎样逝去,又怎样步上群山,

　　Andhidhisfaceamidacrowdofstars.怎样在繁星之间藏住了脸.