但我却选择了另一条路， 　　 
它荒草萋萋，十分幽寂， 　　 
显得更诱人，也更美丽； 　　 
虽然在这两条小路上， 　　 
都很少留下旅人的足迹。 　　 

虽然那天清晨落叶满地， 　　 
两条路都未经脚印污染。 　　 
啊，留下一条路等改日再见！ 　　 
但我知道路径延绵无尽头， 　　 
恐怕我难以再回返。 　　 
也许多少年后在某个地方， 　　 
我将轻声叹息将往事回顾： 　　 
一片树林里分出两条路—— 　　 
而我选择了人迹更少的一条， 　　 
从此决定了我一生的道路。

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.