Acquainted With The Night 

by Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-by;

And further still at an unearthly height,

One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

I have been one acquainted with the night.

与黑夜相知

我是个与黑夜相知的人。

雨伴着我去－雨伴着我回。

远离了都市的灯火缤纷。 

我望着最伤心的窄巷。

走过那敲更的守门人

垂下了眼睛， 不把缘由讲。

我停下脚步倾听

远处断续的哭喊

是飘过一座座房子的回声，

而非归家的召唤或离别的相送；

在越过尘世的更高处，

夜空里悬着发光的时钟

宣告着或对或错的时晨。

我是个与黑夜相知的人。