"I am past scorching-, not easily can'st thou scorch a scar." "我已是烧焦的过来人喽；你要烧了个疤，可也不容易呢。"

Well, well; no more. Thy shrunk voice sounds too calmly, sanely woeful to me. 好啦，好啦，别再说啦。你这种畏畏缩缩的声音，叫我听来，实在太平稳、太神志清醒了。

In no Paradise myself, I am impatient of all misery in others that is not mad. 我自己是没有至乐的，所以我听到别人那种并不发狂的一切，实在不耐烦。

Thou should'st go mad, blacksmith; say, why dost thou not go mad? 你应该发狂才好，铁匠；你说说看，你为什么不发狂？

How can'st thou endure without being mad? 你不发狂又怎么受得了？

Do the heavens yet hate thee, that thou can'st not go mad? — What wert thou making there? 是不是上天还在憎恨你，所以你才不会发狂？——你在干什么活儿？

Welding an old pike-head, sir; there were seams and dents in it. 在焊一只旧矛头，先生，这只矛头尽是缝缝和疤疤。

And can'st thou make it all smooth again, blacksmith, after such hard usage as it had? 它经过了这样猛烈的使用后，你还能把它再修得完全光光坦坦么，铁匠？

I think so, sir. 我想是可以的，先生。

And I suppose thou can'st smoothe almost any seams and dents; never mind how hard the metal, blacksmith? 铁匠呀，我想不管多硬的铁，你简直都无法把什么缝缝和疤疤都修得很光坦吧？

Aye, sir, I think I can; all seams and dents but one. 不，先生，我想我是办得到的；除了一样东西，所有的缝缝和疤疤都能修得很光坦。

Look ye here then, cried Ahab, passionately advancing, and leaning with both hands on Perth's shoulders; 那么，听着，亚哈叫道，热情地走上前去，双手搭在柏斯肩上；

"look ye here — here — can ye smoothe out a seam like this, blacksmith," sweeping one hand across his ribbed brow; "你瞧——喏——铁匠，象这种缝缝你可修得光坦？"一只手朝自己那皱结的额头一划；

"if thou could'st, blacksmith, glad enough would I lay my head upon thy anvil, and feel thy heaviest hammer between my eyes. "如果你干得了，铁匠，我真巴不得就把我的头搁在你这铁砧上，让我的额头尝一尝你这最重的锤子的滋味。

Answer! Can'st thou smoothe this seam?" 回答呀！这种缝缝你可修得光坦？"