For the white fiend! But now for the barbs; thou must make them thyself, man. Here are my razors — the best of steel; here, and make the barbs sharp as the needle-sleet of the Icy Sea.

是拿去打白魔的！现在打标枪钩吧；你得你自己干喽，老朋友。这是我的剃刀——最好的钢；喏；把钩子打得象冰海的冰针一样尖。

For a moment, the old blacksmith eyed the razors as though he would fain not use them.

这个老铁匠，好象舍不得用这些剃刀似的，对着它瞪了一会儿。

Take them, man, I have no need for them; for I now neither shave, sup, nor pray till — but here — to work!

拿去呀，老朋友，我用不着了；因为我现在不刮胡子，不吃饭，也不做祷告了，要等到——可是，拿去——干活吧！

Fashioned at last into an arrowy shape, and welded by Perth to the shank, the steel soon pointed the end of the iron; and as the blacksmith was about giving the barbs their final heat, prior to tempering them, he cried to Ahab to place the water-cask near.

终于铸成了一支箭式的东西，柏斯把它焊在那枪头上，不一会，就是一支头头很尖的标枪了；铁匠准备把那尖钩再淬最后一次火，他嚷着要亚哈把水桶搬拢些。

No, no — no water for that; I want it of the true death-temper. Ahoy, there! Tashtego, Queequeg, Daggoo! What say ye, pagans! Will ye give me as much blood as will cover this barb? holding it high up. A cluster of dark nods replied, Yes. Three punctures were made in the heathen flesh, and the White Whale's barbs were then tempered.

不，不，水不顶事；我要真正的淬硬。喂，听着！塔斯蒂哥，魁魁格，大个儿！你们觉得怎样，异教徒们！你们都愿意尽量拿出你们的血来涂抹这只枪钩嘛？他把标枪举得高高的。一抹阴影在点头代替回答。于是，在三个异教徒的身上戳了三枪后，那支打白鲸的标枪钩便淬硬了。

Ego non baptizo te in nomine patris, sed in nomine diaboli! deliriously howled Ahab, as the malignant iron scorchingly devoured the baptismal blood.

我不是奉天父之名，而是奉魔鬼之名为你洗礼（拉丁文）。亚哈神志昏迷似地咆哮道，这时，那支大标枪已滋滋地吸干了那洗礼似的血。"