Oh Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd 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 Oh heart! heart! heart!
Oh the bleeding drops of red!
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

啊，船长，我的船长！可怕的航程已完成；
　　　　 这船历尽风险，企求的目标已完成，
　　　　 港口在望，钟声响，人们在欢欣，
　　　　 千万双眼睛注视着船---平稳，勇敢，坚定，
　　　　 但是痛心啊！痛心！痛心！
　　　　 瞧一滴滴鲜红的血！
　　　　 甲板上躺着我的船长，
　　　　 他倒下去，冰冷，永别。

Oh 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 ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turing;
Here, Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead.

啊， 船长！我的船长！起来吧，倾听钟声；
　　起来吧，号角为您长鸣，旌旗为您高悬；
　　迎着您，多少花束花圈----候着您，千万人蜂拥岸边；
　　他们向您高呼，拥来挤去，仰起殷切的脸；
　　啊，船长！亲爱的父亲！
　　我的手臂托着您的头！
　　莫非是一场梦：在甲板上
　　您倒下去，冰冷，永别。

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 anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult, Oh shores! and ring, Oh bells!
But I,with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

我的船长不作声，嘴唇惨白，毫不动弹；
　　我的父亲没感到我的手臂，没有脉搏，没有遗言；
　　船舶抛锚停下，平安抵达；航程终了；
　　历经艰险返航，夺得胜利目标。
　　啊，岸上钟声齐鸣，啊，人们一片欢腾！
　　但是，我在甲板上，在船长身旁，
　　心悲切，步履沉重：
　　因为他倒下去，冰冷，永别。