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العربية Transliterate

O 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 O heart ! heart ! heart !
O the bleeding drops of red !
Where on the deck my Captain lies ,
Fallen cold and dead .

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 ribbon d wreaths--for you the shores 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 anchor d 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 .