Captain!My Captain!

Walt Whitman

Captain!My Captain!Our fearful trip is done,

The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;

But heart!heart!heart!

the bleeding drops of red!

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

Captain! my Captain!rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up -for you the flag is flung -for you the bugle trills,

For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores crowding,

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turing;

Here, Captain!dear father!

This arm beneath your head;

It is some dream that on the deck

You 've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,

My father does not feel my arm , he has no pulse nor will;

The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores!and ring, O bells!

But I,with mourful tread,

Walk the deck my captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

啊，船长!我的船长

(瓦尔特.惠特曼)

啊!般长!我的船长!可怕的航程已完成;

这船历尽风险，企求的目标已达成。

港口在望，钟声响，人们在欢欣。

千万双眼睛注视着船——平稳，勇敢，坚定。

但是痛心啊!痛心!痛心!

瞧一滴滴鲜红的血!

甲板上躺着我的船长，

他倒下去，冰冷，永别。

啊，船长!我的船长!起来吧，倾听钟声;

起来吧，号角为您长鸣，旌旗为您高悬：

迎接您，多少花束花圈——候着您，千万人峰拥岸边;

他们向您高呼，拥来挤去，仰起殷切的脸;

啊，船长!亲爱的父亲!

我的手臂托着您的头!

莫非是一场梦：在甲板上

您倒下去，冰冷，永别。

我的船长不作声，嘴唇惨白，毫不动弹;

我的父亲没感到我的手臂，没有脉搏，没有遗言;

船舶抛锚停下，平安抵达;船程终了;

历经难险返航，夺得胜利目标。

啊，岸上钟声齐鸣，啊，人们一片欢腾!

但是，我在甲板上，在船长身旁，

心悲切，步履沉重;

因为他倒下去，冰冷，永别。