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;
多少人爱过你盛世荣华的身影,
爱过你的美貌,以假意或真心,
惟独一人爱过你那朝圣的灵魂,
爱你洗尽铅华脸上的累累伤痕。
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;
多少人爱过你盛世荣华的身影,
爱过你的美貌,以假意或真心,
惟独一人爱过你那朝圣的灵魂,
爱你洗尽铅华脸上的累累伤痕。