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.

不要温和的走进那良夜,
老年应当在日暮时燃烧咆哮;
咆哮吧咆哮,痛斥那光的退缩。

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.

智者在临终的时候对黑暗妥协,
是因为他们的语言已黯然失色,
也并不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.

善良的人,当最后一浪过去,高呼他们脆弱的善行。
可能曾会多么光辉地在绿色的海湾里舞蹈,
怒斥,怒斥光明的消逝。

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.

狂暴的人抓住并歌唱过翱翔的太阳,
懂得,但为时太晚,他们使太阳在途中悲伤,
也并不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,接近死亡,用炫目的视觉看出,
失明的眼睛可以像流星一样闪耀欢欣,
怒斥,怒斥光明的消逝。

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.

您啊,我的父亲。在那悲哀的高处。
现在用您的热泪诅咒我,祝福我吧。我求您。
不要温和地走进那个良夜。
怒斥,怒斥光明的消逝。

By Dylan Thomas