The Weary Walker

A plain in front of me,

And there's the road

Upon it, wide country,

And,too,the road!

Past the first ridge another,

And still the road

Creeps on.

Perhaps no other

Ridge for the road?

Ah! Past that ridge a third,

Which still the road

Has to climb furtherward—— 

The thin white road!

Sky seems to end its track;

But no. The road

Trails down the hill at the back.

Ever the road!

       我的面前是平原，

       平原上是路，

       看，多辽阔的田野，

       多辽远的路！

      

       经过了一个山头，

       又一个，路，

       爬前去，也许再没有

       山头来拦路？

      

       经过了第二个，啊！

       又一个，路

       还是要向前方爬——

       细的白的路！

      

       再爬青天该不该许，

       拦不住！路！

       又从山背转下去，

       永远是路！