When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
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.
当你年老岁月将近白发苍苍 ，
困倦的坐在炉边取下这本书，
沉思漫想，陷入往事的回忆，
你一度当年的柔情与美彩缤纷，
多少人爱你昙花一现的身影，
爱你的容貌于虚情假意之中，
只有一人爱你如朝拜的神圣，
爱你不因岁月无情至始所终。
在炉罩边你低眉弯腰，
忧戚沉思，喃喃而语，
爱是如何飞上高山之顶，
隐藏于众星罗布之间，面庞难寻！