梦丝：当你老了

当你老了，头发花白，睡意昏沉，

在炉火旁打盹，那时请取下这本诗笺,

慢慢读，回想你过去柔和的眼神，

回想昔日你眼睛那深邃的暗影；

多少人爱你青春流光的年华，

爱慕你的美丽，假意或者真心，

只有一个人爱你那圣洁的灵魂，

爱你衰老了的脸上,苦楚的皱纹；

你垂下头来，在红光明灭的火炉旁，

凄然地低低诉说那爱情是

如何消逝走远，

头顶的山上,他缓缓地踱着步子，

群星中,隐约地闪现着他的脸庞.

When You Are Old

　　　And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

　　　And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

　　　Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep；

　　　How many loved your moments of glad grace,

　　　And loved your beauty with love false or true；

　　　But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

　　　And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

　　　And bending down beside the glowing bars,

　　　Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled

　　　And paced upon the mountains overhead,

　　　And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.