Here, with whitened hair, desires failing, strength ebbing out of him, with the sun gone down and with only the serenity and the calm warning of the evening star left to him, he drank to Life, to all it had been, to what it was, to what it would be.
在这里，他白发苍苍，欲望衰退，体力衰退，夕阳西下，只剩下昏星的宁静和警告留给他。他畅饮着生命，畅饮着过去的一切，畅饮着现在的一切，畅饮着未来的一切。