无奈一人难于兼顾，

    顺着一条婉蜒小路，

    久久伫立极目远眺，

    只见小径拐进灌木。

    接着选择了另一条，

    同样清楚似乎更好，

    引人踩踏铺满茂草，

    踏在其间难分彼此，

    尽管真有两条道。

    清晨里躺着两条路，

    一样叶被无人踏脏，

    愿将第一条来日补，

    但知条条相连远途，

    怀疑日后怎能回返。

    在很久以后某一地，

    我将叹息诉说于人，

    两路岔开在树林里，

    我选的那条足迹稀，

    而一切差别由此起。

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.