Because I could not stop for Death –

因为我不能停下来等待死亡——

He kindly stopped for me –

他很贴心地停下来等我——

The Carriage held but just Ourselves –

四轮马车只搭载我们——

And Immortality.

还有所谓的“永生”。

We slowly drove – He knew no haste

他慢慢驾车——不知匆忙为何物

And I had put away

我也把我的劳作和休息放在一边，

My labor and my leisure too,

只为报答他的彬彬有礼——

For His Civility –

我们路过学校，下课铃在响——

We passed the School, where Children strove

学童们在奋力休息——

At Recess – in the Ring –

我们路过谷物正在长成的田野

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –

我们路过落阳——

We passed the Setting Sun –

或者不如说——他路过了我们——

Or rather – He passed Us –

露珠滴下颤抖并且寒冷——

The Dews drew quivering and Chill –

只因为薄纱，我的长裙——

For only Gossamer, my Gown –

我的披肩——只因为网眼薄纱——

My Tippet – only Tulle –

我们停在一座房屋前，

We paused before a House that seemed

它就像地上鼓起的土包——

A Swelling of the Ground –

房顶几乎不可见——

The Roof was scarcely visible –

飞檐——在土里——

The Cornice – in the Ground –

从那一刻起——几个世纪过去了——但还是

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet

感到比一日还短

Feels shorter than the Day

我第一次推测那马头

I first surmised the Horses' Heads

是朝着永恒的方向。

Were toward Eternity