Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

By 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 that 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.

Sa nu pornesti molcom spre negura cea coapta

Sa nu pornesti molcom spre negura cea coapta
Mosnegii arda si manie-se cand ziu-apune
Manie-se cand flacara se stinge moarta.

Stiu inteleptii la sfarsit ca noaptea-i dreapta
Dar vorba nu le-a fost tunet ca sa rasune
Si nu pornesc molcom spre negura cea coapta.

Cand valul trece, chiar si dreptii pe-a lor fapta
O plang, caci ar fi scanteiat, dar n-avea nume
Si se-nmanie, flac’ra cand se stinge moarta.

Razboinicii ce-si canta raza insfacata
Bocesc tarziu plecarea ei din lume
Si nu pornesc molcom spre negura cea coapta.

Cernitilor, la moarte, li-i vederea dureros desteapta
Ochii, fara lumina, vesel ar straluce
Te manie cand flacara se stinge moarta.

Pe culmea ta cea trista, rogu-ti, tata
Ma blastema cu lacrimi mii nebune
Ci nu porni molcom spre negura cea coapta,
Manie-te cand flacara se stinge moarta.
 

Translated by Ileana Grama