不要温驯地走进那个美好的夜晚(狄兰·托马斯/myb译)

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不要温驯地走进那个美好的夜晚，
老年应该燃烧，痛斥白昼的终结；
愤怒，愤怒地抗拒那光明的消逝。

尽管聪明的人临终知道黑暗是对的，
因为他们的语言不曾发出闪电，但他们
并不温驯地走进那个美好的夜晚。

善良的人们，当最后的波浪滚过，哭泣着
他们脆弱的业绩本可以辉煌地舞蹈在绿色的海湾，
愤怒，愤怒地抗拒那光明的消逝。

疯狂的人们，捉住并歌唱飞行的太阳，
太迟地得知，他们使太阳在途中悲伤，
不要温驯地走进那个美好的夜晚。

严肃的人们，靠近死亡，用盲目的视觉看见
失明的眼睛也能像陨石一样闪耀而欢欣，
愤怒，愤怒地抗拒那光明的消逝。

而你，我的父亲，在那悲哀的高处，
诅咒我，祝福我，用你凶猛的眼泪，我祈求。
不要温驯地走进那个美好的夜晚。
愤怒，愤怒地抗拒那光明的消逝。
(狄兰·托马斯/myb )

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.