07 O Captain! My Captain 哦，船长，我的船长！

O Captain! My Captain
哦，船长，我的船长！
Walt Whitman
沃尔特 惠特曼
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
哦，船长，我的船长！我们所畏惧的航程已经终结，
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won.
我们的船渡过了各种险关，我们寻求的奖赏已经得到。
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
前方就是港□，钟声我已听见，听到了人们的欢呼，
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring ;
目迎着我们的船从容返航，威严而且勇敢；
But 0 heart! heart! heart!
可是，心啊！心啊！心啊！
O the bleeding drops of red,
哦，殷红的血滴流泻，
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
在甲板上，我的船长倒下了，
Fallen cold and dead.
他已倒下，已死去，已冷却。
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
哦，船长，我的船长！起来听听这钟声吧，
Rise up —for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills.
起来——旌旗为你招展——号角为你长鸣。
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths —for you the shores a-crowding,
为你，岸上挤满了人群——为你，无数花束、彩带、花环。
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
为你，熙攘的群众在呼唤，转动着多少殷切的脸。
Here Captain! dear father!
这里，船长！亲爱的父亲！
This arm beneath your head;
你的头枕在我的手臂上吧！
It is some dream that on the deck,
这是甲板上的一场梦啊，
You`ve fallen cold and dead.
你已倒下，已死去，已冷却。
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
我们的船长不作回答，他的双唇惨白而僵硬，
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
我的父亲感觉不到我的手臂，他已没有脉搏、没有生命，
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
我们的船已安全抛锚定泊，航行已完成，已告终，
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won :
胜利的船从险恶的旅途归来，目的已经达到；
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
欢呼吧，哦，海岸！轰鸣，哦，钟声！
But I with mournful tread,
但是，我迈着悲恸的步伐，
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
在甲板上，那里躺着我的船长，
Fallen cold and dead.
他已倒下，已死去，已冷却。