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.
当你老了,头白了,睡思昏沉,
炉火旁打盹,请取下这部诗歌,
慢慢读,回想你过去柔和的眼神
回想它们过去的浓重的阴影;
多少人爱你年轻环畅的时候
爱慕你的美貌出于假意或真心,
只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂,
爱你老去的容颜的痛苦的皱纹。
躬身在红光闪耀的炉火旁,
凄然的低语,爱为何消逝,
在头顶的山上他缓缓踱着步子,
将脸隐没在了群星之中。
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