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，回想你过去眼神的柔和

    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。