谁家林子俺知详，门第宅楼村落旁。

物主不明人驻足，凝神注视雪迷茫。

坐骑预感走岐路，此地盘桓远寨庄。

岁末晚时光最暗，冻湖荒野表心伤。

辔铃清脆马头摇，询问迷途抛错锚。

唯聆音声飞落雪，清风吹絮漫天飘。

寒林静谧延伸远，我有豪言逐海潮。

一诺千斤驱万险，追求何惧路迢遥。

* 此名作翻译已有诸多版本，不记得诗坛是否译过。今见竹砚兄两译俱佳，也忍不住添一陋译。盼为诗坛诸位双语高手抛砖引玉，增添闲趣而已。

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