當你老了，頭發花白，睡思昏沉，
                                       坐在爐火旁打盹，請取下這部詩歌，
                                       慢慢翻讀，你會回想你年輕時
                                       柔和的眼神和它們波光裏的深情.

                                       多少人愛慕你年輕時優雅的風姿

愛慕你的美貌、假意或真心，
                                        隻有一個人愛你那朝聖者的靈魂，
                                       愛你 容顏漸改老去時的憂傷.

                                       
                                        低頭蜷坐在閃爍的爐火旁
                                        輕訴著愛的逃離,                                       
                                        它在頭頂的山上緩緩踱步，
                                        它 在群星中間隱藏了臉龐。