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 doubted 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

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

 

 

 

没有走的路

 

 

 

黄色的林子路分两股，

可惜我不能两条都走。

我站立良久，形影孤独，

远远眺望，顺着一条路，

看它转到灌木林后。

 

我选上了另一条，同样宜人，

挑上这条或许有点道理：

这条路草深，似乎少行人；

实际上来往的迹印，

使两条路相差无几。

 

而且早晨新落的叶子

覆盖着路，还没人踩，

哦，我把第一条留给下次！

前途多歧，这我也知，

我也怀疑哪能重新回来。

 

多年，多年后，在某地，

我将讲这件事，叹口气：

林子里路分两股，而我呢----

选上的一条较少人迹，

千差万别由此而起。

 

 

（赵毅衡／译）