二月1日，大年初二。
当你年老
当你年老，头白，睡意正昏昏，
在炉火边打盹，请取下此书，
慢慢阅读，且梦见你的美目
往昔的温婉，眸影有多深；
梦见多少人爱你优雅的韶光，
爱你的美貌，不论假意或真情，
可是有一人爱你朝圣的心灵，
爱你脸上青春难驻的哀伤；
于是你俯身在熊熊的炉边，
有点惘然，低诉爱情已飞扬，
而且逡巡在群峰之上，
把脸庞隐藏在星座之间。
When you are old and grey 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
当你年老
当你年老，头白，睡意正昏昏，
在炉火边打盹，请取下此书，
慢慢阅读，且梦见你的美目
往昔的温婉，眸影有多深；
梦见多少人爱你优雅的韶光，
爱你的美貌，不论假意或真情，
可是有一人爱你朝圣的心灵，
爱你脸上青春难驻的哀伤；
于是你俯身在熊熊的炉边，
有点惘然，低诉爱情已飞扬，
而且逡巡在群峰之上，
把脸庞隐藏在星座之间。
When you are old and grey 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
