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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.
-Dylan Thomas


Yayayku hanaq pachakunapi kaq, sutiyki much'asqa kachun;
qhapaq kayniyki ñoqaykuman hamuchun, munayniyki ruwasqa kachun, imaynan hanaq pachapi, hinallataq kay pachapipas.
P'unchayninkuna t'antaykuta kunan qowayku.
Huchaykutari panpachapuwayku, imaynan ñoqaykupas ñoqaykuman huchallikuqkunata panpachayku hina.
Amataq kachariwaykuchu wateqayman urmanaykupaq, yallinraq tukuy mana allinmanta qespichiwayku.
Qanpan qhapaq kaypas, atiypas, wiñaypaqmi much'asqa kanki.
Amén.


Arglwydd, arwain trwy'r anialwch,
Fi, bererin gwael ei wedd,
Nad oes ynof nerth na bywyd
Fel yn gorwedd yn y bedd:
Hollalluog, Hollalluog,
Ydyw'r Un a'm cwyd i'r lan.
Ydyw'r Un a'm cwyd i'r lan


Cuir a chodladh, cuir a chodladh, cuir a chodladh an seanduine,
cuir a chodladh is ní a chosa is bog deoch don tseanduine.