The following is the Chinese version of this poem.
Don't walk gently into that beautiful night,
Old age should burn and roar at sunset;
Anger, anger at the disappearance of light.
Although the wise man knew that darkness was right when he died,
Because there is no lightning in their words, they
And I didn't walk into that beautiful night gently.
Good people, when the last wave passed, shouted out their fragile kindness.
Maybe I danced in the green bay,
Anger, anger at the disappearance of light.
Violent people capture and sing the soaring sun,
Yes, but it's too late. They make the sun sad on the road.
And I didn't walk into that beautiful night gently.
Serious people, close to death, look with dazzling eyes.
Blind eyes can shine and be happy like meteors,
Anger, anger at the disappearance of light.
You, my father. At that sad height.
Now curse me with your tears and bless me. I beg you.
Don't walk quietly into that beautiful night.
Anger, anger at the disappearance of light.