Do not go gentle into that good night - Dylan Thomas

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.

高晓松的翻译太美了：

绝不向黑夜请安 　　老朽请于白日尽头涅槃 　　咆哮于光之消散 　　先哲虽败于幽暗 　　诗歌终不能将苍穹点燃 　　绝不向黑夜请安 　　贤者舞蹈于碧湾 　　为惊涛淹没的善行哭喊 　　咆哮于光之消散 　　狂者如夸父逐日 　　高歌中顿觉迟来的伤感 　　绝不向黑夜请安 　　逝者于临终迷幻 　　盲瞳怒放出流星的灿烂 　　咆哮于光之消散 　　那么您，我垂垂将死的父亲 　　请掬最后一捧热泪降临 　　请诅咒，请保佑 　　我祈愿，绝不向 　　黑夜请安，咆哮 　　于光之消散