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，船長!我的船長

(瓦爾特.惠特曼)

啊!般長!我的船長!可怕的航程已完成;

這船歷盡風險，企求的目標已達成。

港口在望，鐘聲響，人們在歡欣。

千萬雙眼睛注視著船——平穩(wěn)，勇敢，堅定。

但是痛心啊!痛心!痛心!

瞧一滴滴鮮紅的血!

甲板上躺著我的船長，

他倒下去，冰冷，永別。

啊，船長!我的船長!起來吧，傾聽鐘聲;

起來吧，號角為您長鳴，旌旗為您高懸：

迎接您，多少花束花圈——候著您，千萬人峰擁岸邊;

他們向您高呼，擁來擠去，仰起殷切的臉;

啊，船長!親愛的父親!

我的手臂托著您的頭!

莫非是一場夢：在甲板上

您倒下去，冰冷，永別。

我的船長不作聲，嘴唇慘白，毫不動彈;

我的父親沒感到我的手臂，沒有脈搏，沒有遺言;

船舶拋錨停下，平安抵達;船程終了;

歷經(jīng)難險返航，奪得勝利目標。

啊，岸上鐘聲齊鳴，啊，人們一片歡騰!

但是，我在甲板上，在船長身旁，

心悲切，步履沉重;

因為他倒下去，冰冷，永別。