撑着油纸伞，独自    

    I wander along the long lane   

彷徨在悠长，悠长

Deep and morose, in the rain

又寂寥的雨巷，

Hoping to come upon

我希望逢着

A young lady like a lilac

一个丁香一样地

With knitted blues engrained

结着愁怨的姑娘。

She is of

她是有

The same lilac color

丁香一样的颜色，

The same lilac scent

丁香一样的芬芳，

And the same lilac glumness

丁香一样的忧愁，

In the rain, she saddens

在雨中哀怨，

Saddens 'n roves in lament

哀怨又彷徨；

She wanders in rain along this morose lane

她彷徨在这寂寥的雨巷，

An oil-paper umbrella in hand

撑着油纸伞

Just as a twain

像我一样，

Of me in the rain

像我一样地

Rambling silently

默默彳亍着，

Aloof, forlorn and in pain

冷漠，凄清，又惆怅。

Quietly she comes closer

她静默地走近

Closer, and casting

走近，又投出

A look that of a deep sigh

太息一般的眼光，

She drifts by

她飘过

Like a dreary dream

像梦一般地，

A dream wretched and misty to pry

像梦一般地凄婉迷茫。

Like that of a lilac

像梦中飘过

Sailing across a dream

一枝丁香地，

By me this young lady wafts, and wanes

我身旁飘过这个女郎；

Quietly she walks away, and away

她静默地远了，远了，

To the decrepit hedge in rain

到了颓圮的篱墙，

To the end of the lane

走尽这雨巷。

In the elegy of the rain

在雨的哀曲里，

Fading is her color

消了她的颜色，

Dispersing is her scent

散了她的芬芳，

Receding, even her look

消散了，甚至她的

The look that of deep sigh

太息般的眼光，

And the lilac lament  

丁香般的惆怅。

An oil-paper umbrella in hand, alone

撑着油纸伞，独自

I wander along the long lane

彷徨在悠长，悠长

Deep and morose, in the rain

又寂寥的雨巷，

Hoping a young lady

我希望飘过

To waft by like a lilac

一个丁香一样地

With knitted blues engrained

结着愁怨的姑娘。