WHEN YOU ARE。LD William Butler yeats When you are old and gray 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
WHEN YOU ARE OLD William Butler Yeats When you are old and gray 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．
当年华已逝 OVER译 当年华已逝,你两鬓斑白,沉沉欲睡, 坐在炉边慢慢打盹,请取下我的这本诗集, 缓缓读起,如梦一般,你会重温 你那脉脉眼波,她们是曾经那么的深情和柔美。 多少人曾爱过你容光焕发的楚楚魅力, 爱你的倾城容颜,或是真心,或是做戏, 但只有一个人!他爱的是你圣洁虔诚的心 当你洗尽铅华,伤逝红颜的老去,他也依然深爱着你! 炉里的火焰温暖明亮,你轻轻低下头去, 带着淡淡的凄然,为了枯萎熄灭的爱情,喃喃低语, 此时他正在千山万壑之间独自游荡, 在那满天凝视你的繁星后面隐起了脸庞
当年华已逝 LOVER译 当年华已逝，你两鬓斑白，沉沉欲睡， 坐在炉边慢慢打盹，请取下我的这本诗集， 请缓缓读起，如梦一般，你会重温 你那脉脉眼波，她们是曾经那么的深情和柔美。 多少人曾爱过你容光焕发的楚楚魅力， 爱你的倾城容颜，或是真心，或是做戏， 但只有一个人！他爱的是你圣洁虔诚的心！ 当你洗尽铅华，伤逝红颜的老去，他也依然深爱着你！ 炉里的火焰温暖明亮，你轻轻低下头去， 带着淡淡的凄然，为了枯萎熄灭的爱情，喃喃低语， 此时他正在千山万壑之间独自游荡， 在那满天凝视你的繁星后面隐起了脸庞
当你老了 裘小龙译 当你老了,头发灰白,满是睡意, 在炉火旁打盹,取下这一册书本 缓缓地读,梦到你的眼睛曾经 有的那种柔情,和它们的深深影子; 多少人爱你欢乐美好的时光, 爱你的美貌,用或真或假的爱情 但有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂 也爱你那衰老了的脸上的哀伤; 在燃烧的火炉旁边俯下身 凄然地喃喃说,爱怎样离去了, 在头上的山峦中间独步踽踽, 把他的脸埋藏在一群星星中
当你老了 裘小龙译 当你老了，头发灰白，满是睡意， 在炉火旁打盹，取下这一册书本， 缓缓地读，梦到你的眼睛曾经 有的那种柔情，和它们的深深影子； 多少人爱你欢乐美好的时光， 爱你的美貌，用或真或假的爱情， 但有一个人爱你那朝圣者的灵魂， 也爱你那衰老了的脸上的哀伤； 在燃烧的火炉旁边俯下身， 凄然地喃喃说，爱怎样离去了， 在头上的山峦中间独步踽踽， 把他的脸埋藏在一群星星中