When You Are Old
by William Butler Yeats
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.
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Prim prev.
Kada budesh stara, seda i u snovima,
Drematjesh kraj ognja, chitajutj polako...
ispustitjesh knjigu, sanjati o blagom
pogledu, kog ochiju ti skrivala dubina.
Voleli su mnogi chasove tvog veselja,
i ljubav im je bila prava ili kriva, tek ti jedan chovek dushu punu zzelja
ljubio, i tugu, shto ti lice skriva. Naginjatjesh se tuzzno k zzaru svog kamina,
shapni, kako ljubav nas je ostavila...
i sad hoda iznad planinskih visina,
Gde je posred zvezda svoje lice skrila.