When You Are Old
W. B. Yeats
Translation: 13 uncle
When you gray-haired
In the fireplace next to the drowsy
Eyes, slowly glide
Poetry past rows
Do you still dream of their young
Drooping eyelashes and gentle eyes
How many people have been obsessed with the charm of your youth
How many people have been attracted to your beautiful faces
However, only his heart in love with your soul
And the face of growing old under the touch of sadness
Fire, reflected on your stoop-shouldered figure
Empty, echoing with the singing of love fade away
Rise into the distance Toyama
His smile was in the sky in the l'etoile
Faint bloom
W. B. Yeats
Translation: 13 uncle
When you gray-haired
In the fireplace next to the drowsy
Eyes, slowly glide
Poetry past rows
Do you still dream of their young
Drooping eyelashes and gentle eyes
How many people have been obsessed with the charm of your youth
How many people have been attracted to your beautiful faces
However, only his heart in love with your soul
And the face of growing old under the touch of sadness
Fire, reflected on your stoop-shouldered figure
Empty, echoing with the singing of love fade away
Rise into the distance Toyama
His smile was in the sky in the l'etoile
Faint bloom
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