作者：Walt Whitman（沃尔特·惠特曼）

O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
哦，船长，我的船长！我们的险恶航程已经告终；

The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
这船挺过了一切磨难，我们寻求的奖赏已经赢得。

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
临近港口，我听见钟声响彻，人群欢呼，

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
目送这稳稳驶进的船体，这坚强、无畏的船儿。

But O heart! heart! heart!
可是，哦，我的心、心、心啊！

O the bleeding drops of red,
哦，点点殷红的血液流滴着，

Where on the deck my Captain lies,
在甲板的位置，横卧着我的船长，

Fallen cold and dead.
他倒下，冷却，长逝。

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O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
哦，船长，我的船长！起来听这钟声；

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
起来！——旗帜为你飘扬——号角为你吹响。

For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
为你，花束与缎带花圈抛来——为你，岸边人群簇拥。

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
为你，人群呼喊、汹涌，转动他们的热切面庞；

Here captain! dear father!
这儿，船长！敬爱的父亲！

This arm beneath your head;
这只手臂给您的头颅枕去；

It is some dream that on the deck,
有如甲板上的一场梦，

You've fallen cold and dead.
您倒下，冷却，长逝。

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My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
我的船长并未作答，他的嘴唇发白，纹丝不动；

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
我的父亲感不到我的手臂，他已没有脉搏与意志。

The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
这船已经安然地抛锚碇泊，这航行也已结束告终。

From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
自险恶的旅途归来，这胜利之船，带来赢取的战利品；

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
欢跃，哦，海岸；轰鸣，哦，大钟！

But I, with mournful tread,
可是，我带着悲怆的脚步声，

Walk the deck my captain lies,
漫步在我船长横卧的甲板上，

Fallen cold and dead.
他倒下，冷却，长逝。