Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
不要温和地走进那个良夜,
白昼将尽,暮年仍应燃烧咆哮;
怒斥吧,怒斥光的消逝。
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
虽然在白昼尽头,智者自知该踏上夜途,
因为言语未曾迸发出电光,他们
不要温和地走进那个良夜。
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
好人,当最后一浪过去,高呼着他们脆弱的善行
本来也许可以在绿湾上快意地舞蹈,
所以,他们怒斥,怒斥光的消逝。
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
狂人抓住稍纵即逝的阳光,为之歌唱,
并意识到,太迟了,他们过去总为时光伤逝,
不要温和地走进那个良夜。
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
严肃的人,在生命尽头,用模糊的双眼看到
失明的眼可以像流星般闪耀,欢欣雀跃,
所以,他们怒斥,怒斥光的消逝。
——Dylan Thomas