誰家林子俺知詳，門第宅樓村落旁。

物主不明人駐足，凝神注視雪迷茫。

坐騎預感走岐路，此地盤桓遠寨莊。

歲末晚時光最暗，凍湖荒野表心傷。

轡鈴清脆馬頭搖，詢問迷途拋錯錨。

唯聆音聲飛落雪，清風吹絮漫天飄。

寒林靜謐延伸遠，我有豪言逐海潮。

一諾千斤驅萬險，追求何懼路迢遙。

* 此名作翻譯已有諸多版本，不記得詩壇是否譯過。今見竹硯兄兩譯俱佳，也忍不住添一陋譯。盼為詩壇諸位雙語高手拋磚引玉，增添閒趣而已。

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening，

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.                                            

By Robert Frost