Oh, captain, my captain! Our sinister voyage is over,
Our ship weathered the stormy waves safely, and the reward we sought has been won.
The port is not far away, I have heard the bell, and thousands of people are cheering and shouting.
We faced our boat and went home peacefully. Our ship is magnificent and brave.
But, heart! Heart! Heart!
Oh, red blood drops are flowing,
On the deck, lying my captain,
He fell, died, and cooled down.
Oh, captain, my captain! Get up, please listen to the bell,
Get up, flag, for you, horn, for you.
For you. The shore is crowded with people-countless bouquets, ribbons and wreaths for you.
For you, the bustling crowd are calling and turning their eager faces.
Here you are, captain! Dear father!
Under your head is my arm!
This is a dream on the deck,
You fell, you died, and you became cold.
Our captain didn't answer. His lips were pale and silent.
My father can't feel my arm, he has no pulse, no life,
Our ship has anchored safely, the voyage has been completed, and it is over.
The victorious ship returned from the sinister journey, and what we sought has been obtained.
Cheers. Oh, the coast! Ho, oh, Hong Zhong!
However, I moved my sad steps lightly.
On the deck, lying my captain,
He fell, died, and cooled down.
Ah, captain, my captain, is a famous poem written by Whitman, an American poet, to mourn Lincoln. Lincoln was the first 16 president of the United States. During his tenure, he led the civil war to safeguard national unity and destroy slavery, and liberated black slaves.
While the American people were celebrating their victory, an assassin hired by a reactionary force killed him. Whitman was deeply saddened by this and wrote many poems in memory of this great hero. This poem is the most famous one. The tone of poetry is tragic.
The poet compared the United States to a ship with metaphors and symbols, compared President Lincoln to a captain, and compared the struggle to safeguard national unity and abolish slavery to a dangerous voyage.