Gone gentle into

Go gentle into primordial light. 
Birth but age and death as night is to day. 
Sage sits serene, illuminates the night.

Who wise in compassion knows what is right,
The two truths to the awaking way. 
Go gentle into that primordial light 

None can hold time regardless of their might,
That from that arisen shall never stay. 
Sage sits serene, illuminates the night.

What use to grieve at setting of sunlight,
Why place trust in what is known to betray?
Go gentle into that primordial light. 

Who grasps at what temporal death gives fright. 
So gently abide, perturbed thoughts allay. 
Sage sits serene, illuminates the night.

To who taught from atop Mount Meru’s height,
Guide whom grasp and rage through good night, I pray.
So gentle into that primordial light,
sage serenely sits, illuminates night.

One Reply to “Gone gentle into”

1. 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 grieve 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.

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