Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

　　by Robert Frost

　　Whose woods these are I think I know.

　　His house is in the village though;

　　He will not see me stopping here

　　To watch his woods fill up with snow.

　　My little horse must think it queer

　　To stop without a farmhouse near

　　Between the woods and frozen lake

　　The darkest evening of the year.

　　He gives his harness bells a shake

　　To ask if there is some mistake.

　　The only other sound's the sweep

　　Of easy wind and downy flake.

　　The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

　　But I have promises to keep,

　　And miles to go before I sleep,

　　And miles to go before I sleep.

　　我的河儿流向你

　　我的河儿流向你—

　　蓝色的海! 会否欢迎我?

　　我的河儿待回响—

　　大海啊—样子亲切慈祥

　　泰戈尔 的飞鸟集

　　1

　　夏天的飞鸟，飞到我的窗前唱歌，又飞去了。

　　秋天的黄叶，它们没有什么可唱，只叹息一声，飞落在那里。

　　Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.

　　And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall

　　there with a sign.

　　2

　　世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀，请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。

　　O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.

　　3

　　世界对着它的爱人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。

　　它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。

　　The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.

　　It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

　　4

　　是大地的泪点，使她的微笑保持着青春不谢。

　　It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.

　　5

　　无垠的沙漠热烈追求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑着飞开了。

　　The mighty desert is burning for the love of a bladeof grass who

　　shakes her head and laughs and flies away.

　　6

　　如果你因失去了太阳而流泪，那么你也将失去群星了。

　　If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

　　7

　　跳舞着的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌声，你的流动呢。你肯挟

　　瘸足的泥沙而俱下么？

　　The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing

　　water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?

　　8

　　她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。

　　Her wishful face haunts