Truth coming with time

Truth Coming with Time
—W. B. Yeats
Though many are the branches,
the root is but one;
Through all the lying days of my youth,
I shook my leaves and blossoms in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.

随时间而来的真理 叶芝
虽然枝条很多，根却只有一条；
穿过我青春的所有说谎的日子
我在阳光下抖掉我的枝叶和花朵；
现在我可以枯萎而进入真理。