Five years ago in the wood stood I,
I shall be telling this with a sigh,
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in the wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Though the road is narrowly steep,
The wood is lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem