o captain !my captain!
Walt Whitman
Ah, captain! My captain! Our terrible trip is over;
This ship has withstood all kinds of tests, and our goal has been achieved;
As the port approached, I heard the bell and people were jubilant.
And with the eyes stabilizing the keel, the ship is stern and bold:
But ah, heart! Heart! Heart!
Oh, red blood drops,
My captain is lying on the deck,
Die cold.
Ah, captain! My captain! Get up and listen to the bell;
Get up-the flag flies for you-the horn rings for you;
For you, bouquets and ribbons-for you, the coast is crowded;
They call you, swaying crowd, and their eager faces turn;
Here, captain! Dear father!
This arm under your head;
This is a dream on the deck,
You have died of cold.
My captain didn't answer, his lips were pale and silent;
My father can't feel my arm, he has no pulse and no will;
The ship has anchored safely and the voyage is over.
From the terrible journey, the winner's ship came with the goal of victory;
Rejoice, shore, ring, bell!
But I, with sad steps,
Walking on the deck, my captain is lying down,
Die cold.
The following is Chinese:
Oh, captain, my captain!
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Translated by Jiang Feng
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.
-Refer to Selected Works translated by Jiang Feng.