待到你到了暮年,头发花白, 疲惫困倦;

When you are old and gray and full of sleep

手捧诗卷拥炉而坐,打着瞌睡慢慢翻看；

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

常常消失字影,时时落入梦幻；

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

昔日眼带阴郁或温柔,不时在脑海中闪现。

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

不论是虚情假意,还是真心一片；

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

多少人把你愉悦的丰姿艳羡,多少人把你美丽的相貌热恋?

And loved your beauty with love false or true;

但这世上只有一人,真正爱你永无改变：

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

无论是你圣洁的灵魂,还是你变得忧伤的容颜。

And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

弯腰坐在烧旺的炉前,哀愁淡淡, 低声念念；

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

青春的爱已离去,就在转瞬之间!

Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled

它跨越高山,它飞进蓝天；

And paced upon the mountains overhead,

它在星云中躲藏,它在夜空里弥散。

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.