于这黄金色树林中的径分两路，
即便遗憾也唯有择一而行
在路口，身为旅人我长久地驻目
远眺那路之深处
穷尽弯延而逝的远方；
求心慰，我最终步入另一路途，
想这应是更好的遴选，
她草长幽密，人迹稀疏；
尽管一旦身置其屋
她们总是惊人地类似，
在那般浸润的晨光里
路上的叶子们都静谧又安详。
我将落选之途承诺于未来某日！
其实旅行的终点还是一段旅行，
心知也许再难回首。
伴随着年轮寖高
我将在某时某处感慨此般过往：
树木的深处曾有径分两条，
而我之决择人迹更廖，
就此展开不再相同的生命轨道。
(20170304 昭含译）
附原文：
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
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.
