O Captain!My Captain!

啊，船長!我的船長!

Walt Whitman (瓦爾特.惠特曼)

O Captain!My Captain!Our fearful trip is done,

啊!般長!我的船長!可怕的航程已完成;

The ship has weather&39;d every rack, the prize we sought is won,

這船歷盡風(fēng)險，企求的目標(biāo)已達(dá)成。

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

港口在望，鐘聲響，人們在歡欣。

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

千萬雙眼睛注視著船——平穩(wěn)，勇敢，堅定。

But O heart!heart!heart!

但是痛心啊!痛心!痛心!

O the bleeding drops of red!

瞧一滴滴鮮紅的血!

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

甲板上躺著我的船長，

Fallen cold and dead.

他倒下去，冰冷，永別。

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

啊，船長!我的船長!起來吧，傾聽鐘聲;

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

起來吧，號角為您長鳴，旌旗為您高懸：

For you bouquets and ribbon&39;d wreaths-for you the shores crowding,

迎接您，多少花束花圈——候著您，千萬人峰擁岸邊;

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

他們向您高呼，擁來擠去，仰起殷切的臉;

Here, Captain!dear father!

啊，船長!親愛的父親!

This arm beneath your head;

我的手臂托著您的頭!

It is some dream that on the deck

莫非是一場夢：在甲板上

You &39;ve fallen cold and dead.

您倒下去，冰冷，永別。

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

我的船長不作聲，嘴唇慘白，毫不動彈;

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

我的父親沒感到我的手臂，沒有脈搏，沒有遺言;

The ship is anchor&39;d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;

船舶拋錨停下，平安抵達(dá);船程終了;

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

歷經(jīng)難險返航，奪得勝利目標(biāo)。

Exult, O shores!and ring, O bells!

啊，岸上鐘聲齊鳴，啊，人們一片歡騰!

But I,with mourful tread,

但是，我在甲板上，在船長身旁，

Walk the deck my captain lies,

心悲切，步履沉重;

Fallen cold and dead.

因為他倒下去，冰冷，永別。