Amoretti III: The Sovereign Beauty
BY EDMUND SPENSER
The sovereign beauty which I do admire,
Witness the world how worthy to be praised:
The light whereof hath kindled heavenly fire
In my frail spirit, by her from baseness raised;
That being now with her huge brightness dazed,
Base thing I can no more endure to view;
But looking still on her, I stand amazed
At wondrous sight of so celestial hue.
So when my tongue would speak her praises due,
It stopped is with thought's astonishment:
And when my pen would write her titles true,
It ravish'd is with fancy's wonderment:
Yet in my heart I then both speak and write
The wonder that my wit cannot endite.
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.
彼宵虽好莫悄入
年慕亦当燃火怒
怒向光阑成灰烛
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.
智者识趣知末路
一生纵无惊天语
彼宵亦不悄然入
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.
好人穷尽浪潮处
悔未碧湾尽兴舞
年慕亦当燃火怒
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.
狂士捉日唱狂曲
老来迟悔时枉度
彼宵亦不悄然入
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.
瞽叟临坟心有目
盲眼竟如流星弧
年慕亦当燃火怒
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.
