黄色的林子里有两条路，

很遗憾我无法同时选择两者

身在旅途的我久久站立

对着其中一条极目眺望

直到它蜿蜒拐进远处的树丛。

我选择了另外的一条，天经地义，

也许更为诱人

因为它充满荆棘，需要开拓；

然而这样的路过

并未引起太大的改变。

那天清晨这两条小路一起静卧在

无人踩过的树叶丛中

哦，我把另一条路留给了明天！

明知路连着路，

我不知是否该回头。

我将轻轻叹息，叙述这一切

许多许多年以后：

林子里有两条路，我——

选择了行人稀少的那一条

它改变了我的一生。


The Road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
 
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
 
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubt if I should ever come back.
 
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.