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. 作者: 叶如钢 时间: 2015-11-15 21:11
欣赏别具风味的翻译。
问候曼步莲花。作者: 蒲必达 时间: 2015-11-16 10:16
我觉译得很不错了。但是除了「欣赏，学习」之外，我要提两条看法：
