o captain my captain
o captain my captain! our fearful trip is done,
the ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells i hear, the people all exulting,
while follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
but o heart! heart! heart!
o the bleeding drops of red,
where on the deck my captain lies,
fallen cold and dead.
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o captain! my captain! rise up and hear the bells;
rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
for you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
for you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
here captain! dear father!
this arm beneath your head!
it is some dream that on the deck,
you've fallen cold and dead.
my captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
my father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
the ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
from fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
exult o shores, and ring o bells!
but i, with mournful tread,
walk the deck my captain lies,
fallen cold and dead.
Oh, captain, my captain!
Translated by Jiang Feng
Oh. Captain, my captain! Our perilous voyage is at an end,
Our ship has weathered the stormy waters, and the reward we seek is within our grasp.
The port is not far away. I have heard the bells ringing. Thousands of people are cheering and shouting.
My eyes are waiting for our ship to return calmly. Our ship is majestic and brave.
But, my heart! Heart! Heart!
Oh. Drops of red blood flowed,
On the deck, there lay my captain,
He had fallen, dead, and cooled.
Oh, Captain, my Captain! Get up, please listen to the bells,
Get up, - the flag will be waved for you - the horn will sound for you.
For you. The shore is crowded with people - for you, there are countless bouquets, ribbons, and garlands.
For you, the bustling crowd is calling, turning many eager faces.
Here, Captain! Dear father!
Under your head are my arms!
This is a dream on the deck,
You have fallen, dead, and cooled.
Our captain did not answer, his lips were pale and silent,
My father could not feel my arm, he had no pulse, no life,
< p>Our ship is safely anchored, the voyage is completed and completed,The victorious ship returns from its perilous journey, the thing we seek is won.
Hail, O coast! Roar, oh, Hong Zhong!
However, I move my sad steps lightly,
On the deck, there lies my captain,
He has fallen and died, Cooled.
Note: This poem is the most fantastic and symbolic Lincoln elegy, the most widely circulated and influential in the United States