when you are old
　　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.
　　當(dāng)你老了 （飛白譯）
　　當(dāng)你老了，白發(fā)蒼蒼，睡意朦朧，
　　在爐前打盹，請(qǐng)取下這本詩(shī)篇，
　　慢慢吟誦，夢(mèng)見(jiàn)你當(dāng)年的雙眼
　　那柔美的光芒與青幽的暈影；
　　多少人真情假意，愛(ài)過(guò)你的美麗，
　　愛(ài)過(guò)你歡樂(lè)而迷人的青春，
　　唯獨(dú)一人愛(ài)你美麗的心，
　　愛(ài)你日益凋謝的臉上的衰戚；
　　當(dāng)你佝僂著，在灼熱的爐柵邊，
　　你將輕輕訴說(shuō)，帶著一絲傷感：
　　逝去的愛(ài)，如今已步上高山，
　　在密密星群里埋藏它的赧顏。