冬夜茫茫，“裴廓德号”船头恶狠狠地劈开冰冷的浪花，驶入无边无际的黑暗之中。 掌舵的竟然是布金敦!
When on that shivering winter's night, the Pequodthrust her vindictive bows into the cold maliciouswaves, who should I see standing at her helm butBulkington!
就是在新贝德福的那个夜晚在旅店里碰见的那个布金敦，那时候他刚刚结束了四年的海上生活!
I looked with sympathetic awe and fearfulness upon the man, who in mid-winter just landedfrom a four years' dangerous voyage,
天啊，他几乎就没在岸上呆啊!刚刚死里逃生，如今就又义无反顾地踏上了这未知的征程。
could so unrestingly push off again for still another tempestuous term. The land seemedscorching to his feet.
难道是陆地会烧坏他的双脚?
Wonderfullest things are ever the unmentionable; deep memories yield no epitaphs; this six-inch chapter is the stoneless grave of Bulkington.
不，人间那些不可思议的事都是默默地进行的。喧哗者不真诚，最深挚的怀念也是没有墓碑的形式的。
Let me only say that it fared with him as with the storm-tossed ship, that miserably drivesalong the leeward land.
这里，我们这小小的一节，算做奉献给他的墓志铭吧!
The port would fain give succor; the port is pitiful; in the port is safety, comfort, hearthstone,supper, warm blankets, friends, all that's kind to our mortalities.
他像一只下了海的船，注定要在海上度过一生。
But in that gale, the port, the land, is that ship's direst jeopardy;
有生活的温馨与舒适、安宁和幸福的港湾，对他对全人类都是亲切的、富有吸引力的，
she must fly all hospitality; one touch of land, though it but graze the keel, would make hershudder through and through.
在那里他可以得到慈祥的关怀和无微不至的帮助。
