Do not go gentle into that good night

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. 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. 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. 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. 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. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 別安然走進那良宵， 讓暮年在黄昏焚燒； 狂燒，狂燒在光之將逝。 雖然智者終於知道黑暗贏了， 即使他們的說話沒有迸出電光 他們不會安然走進那良宵。 善者在最後一浪翻過的時候高叫 微弱的作為本該在綠灣舞出光輝， 狂燒，狂燒在光之將逝。 狂者抓住了飛奔的太陽呼嘯， 到醒覺一路上惹它厭煩已經太晚， 他們不會安然走進那良宵。 木訥者臨終，昏花的眼尚看得曉 盲目也能歡笑，熾熱如流星， 狂燒，狂燒在光之將逝。 而你，我的父親，在悲哀之巍， 咒詛、祝福我吧，用你的熱淚， 別安然走進那良宵， 狂燒，狂燒在光之將逝。