Sewing a shroud for a journey
By the light of the meat-eating sun.
Dressed to die， the sensual strut begun，
With my red veins full of money，
In the final direction of the elementary town
I advance for as long as forever is.
二十四个年头
二十四个年头时时提醒我眼中的泪珠。
(将死者埋葬，以免他们走近分娩时的坟窟。)
我蜷缩在自然之门的腹沟内，犹如裁缝
就着食肉的太阳光
为一个旅程缝制一套尸衣。
我穿戴整齐去赴死，肉感鲜活的大步流星，
殷红的筋脉满当当地流淌着金钱，
在基本元素的小镇，我循着最终的方向
前行，永恒多深我走多远。
（三）Do not go gentle into that good night
不要温和地走进那个良夜
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.
不要温和地走进那个良夜
不要温和地走进那个良夜，
老年应当在日暮时燃烧咆哮；
怒斥，怒斥光明的消逝。
虽然智慧的人临终时懂得黑暗有理，
因为他们的话没有进发出闪电，他们
也并不温和地走进那个良夜。
善良的人，当最后一浪过去，高呼他们脆弱的善行
可能曾会多么光辉地在绿色的海湾里舞蹈，
怒斥，怒斥光明的消逝。
狂暴的人抓住并歌唱过翱翔的太阳，
懂得，但为时太晚，他们使太阳在途中悲伤，
也并不温和地走进那个良夜。
严肃的人，接近死亡，用炫目的视觉看出
失明的眼睛可以像流星一样闪耀欢欣，
怒斥，怒斥光明的消逝。
您啊，我的父亲．在那悲哀的高处．
现在用您的热泪诅咒我，祝福我吧．我求您
不要温和地走进那个良夜。
怒斥．怒斥光明的消逝。
（四）This Bread I Break
我切开的面包
This bread I break was once the oat，
This wine upon a foreign tree
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