I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair. Time, doing this to me, may alter too. My sorrow, into something I can bear.

我不再害怕我头发上的第一缕白发，甚至不再害怕衰老本身，不再害怕那舒适的鞋子、手杖、起皱的双手和那把特殊的椅子。时间对我这样做，可能也会改变。我的悲伤，化作我能承受的东西。