第1天 當(dāng)你年老時(shí)
William Butler Yeats
葉芝
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
當(dāng)你年老鬢白,昏沉欲睡,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
坐在爐邊打盹,取下這本詩集,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look,
緩緩讀起,夢(mèng)憶你過去可人的雙眸,
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
那脈脈秋水,她們?cè)?jīng)是多么的深情和曼美;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
多少人曾愛過和你美好時(shí)光的愉悅,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
多少人又曾或真或假傾慕你的容顏,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
但唯有一個(gè)人愛你圣潔高雅的心靈,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
愛你那鉛華洗盡,年老色衰的憔悴;
And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled,
你在熾紅壁爐前低頭沉吟, 喃喃細(xì)語,默念曾經(jīng)消逝的愛情,
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
而它們卻早已步入連綿峰谷山巒,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
如同愛你的他,將臉龐藏于那漫天繁星。