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(zhǎng)!我的船長(zhǎng)

(瓦爾特.惠特曼)

啊!般長(zhǎng)!我的船長(zhǎng)!可怕的航程已完成;

這船歷盡風(fēng)險(xiǎn)，企求的目標(biāo)已達(dá)成。

港口在望，鐘聲響，人們?cè)跉g欣。

千萬(wàn)雙眼睛注視著船——平穩(wěn)，勇敢，堅(jiān)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(zhǎng)，

他倒下去，冰冷，永別。

啊，船長(zhǎng)!我的船長(zhǎng)!起來(lái)吧，傾聽(tīng)鐘聲;

起來(lái)吧，號(hào)角為您長(zhǎng)鳴，旌旗為您高懸：

迎接您，多少花束花圈——候著您，千萬(wàn)人峰擁岸邊;

他們向您高呼，擁來(lái)擠去，仰起殷切的臉;

啊，船長(zhǎng)!親愛(ài)的父親!

我的手臂托著您的頭!

莫非是一場(chǎng)夢(mèng)：在甲板上

您倒下去，冰冷，永別。

我的船長(zhǎng)不作聲，嘴唇慘白，毫不動(dòng)彈;

我的父親沒(méi)感到我的手臂，沒(méi)有脈搏，沒(méi)有遺言;

船舶拋錨停下，平安抵達(dá);船程終了;

歷經(jīng)難險(xiǎn)返航，奪得勝利目標(biāo)。

啊，岸上鐘聲齊鳴，啊，人們一片歡騰!

但是，我在甲板上，在船長(zhǎng)身旁，

心悲切，步履沉重;

因?yàn)樗瓜氯ィ洌绖e。