当你老了，白发苍苍，睡思昏沉，
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
在炉火旁打盹，请取下这部诗歌，
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
慢慢读，回想你过去眼神的柔和，
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
回想它们昔日阴影的浓重；
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep；
多少人爱你年轻欢畅的时刻，
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
出于假意或真心地爱慕你的美貌；
And loved your beauty with love false or true；
只有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂，
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
爱你逐渐老去的脸上痛苦的皱纹；
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
躬身在火光闪耀的炉火旁，
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
凄然地低语那爱的消逝，
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled.
在头顶的山上，爱缓缓踱着步子，
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
将脸隐没在群星之中。
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.