別溫馴地步入美好的夜，
晚年該在白晝的盡頭燃燒咆哮；
盛怒，盛怒頑抗光之殞滅。
縱智者臨終時知悉黑暗合乎情理，
因他們字句再無法掣出閃電，他們
不願溫馴地步入美好的夜。

善人們，在最後的浪潮旁，呼喚著昔日璀璨，
他們微小的言行或曾婆娑在綠色港灣，
盛怒，盛怒頑抗光之殞滅。

狂人們，翱翔時攫取並歌頌太陽，
覺悟時，已太遲，他們在途中黯然神傷，
不願溫馴地走入美好的夜。

嚴肅的人，在死亡跟前，迷茫地張望，
盲瞳仍可像流星閃爍耀眼，
盛怒，盛怒頑抗光之殞滅。

而你，我的父親，在哀傷之巔，
咒罵我，祝福我，伴你驚懼的淚，我祈求，
別溫馴地步入美好的夜，
盛怒，盛怒頑抗光之殞滅。


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.

圖：為原詩作者Dylan Thomas