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.

在黄树林里有两条岔路，

遗憾的是我不能两条都走，

作为一个过客，我久久踯躅，

望着其中的一条极目凝注，直到它拐弯消逝在丛林里头。

我选了另外一条，看来也不错，

或许选这条路更有道理，

因为它青草萋萋，无人走过；

虽然如此，如果过往人多，

也同样会留下斑斑足迹。

那天早上两条路一样清幽，

路上的落叶还未踩上污泥。

噢，我把第一条留待他日再走！

但是我知道，路漫漫无尽头，

我怀疑今后是否还能返回原地。

很久以后我将向人们诉说，

并且带着深深的叹息：

林中有两条岔路，而我——

选的那条路走的人不多，

所以才有今天这样的差异。