and for days and weeks and months afterwards I lost myself in confounding attempts to explain the mystery.  以后好久我一直惊惶失措,无法解释这一难解的谜。

Nay, to this very hour, I often puzzle myself with it. 而且,直到此刻,我还是始终大惑不解。

Now, take away the awful fear, and my sensations at feeling the supernatural hand in mine were very similar,  这会儿,除了我一觉醒来,看到魁魁格那只紧抱着我的异教徒的胳膊,使我感到非常恐惧以外,

in their strangeness, to those which I experienced on waking up and seeing Queequeg's pagan arm thrown round me.  在惊奇上说来,可说是跟我对于那只神奇的手的感觉极相类似。

But at length all the past night's events soberly recurred, one by one, in fixed reality, and then I lay only alive to the comical predicament.  但是,最后,当昨天晚上的种种事情,又都一桩一桩确实无讹。明明白白地重新浮现的时候,我这才心安理得地明白这一好笑的窘境。

For though I tried to move his arm-unlock his bridegroom clasp-yet, sleeping as he was, he still hugged me tightly, as though naught but death should part us twain.  因为,虽然我试图推开他的胳膊...摆脱他那新郎似的搂抱...然而,尽管他睡得那么香甜,却依然紧紧搂住我,仿佛死神才能把我们两人分开。

I now strove to rouse him Queequeg!but his only answer was a snore.  这时我尽力唤醒他...魁魁格!可是,他唯一的回答却是一阵鼾声。

I then rolled over, my neck feeling as if it were in a horse-collar; and suddenly felt a slight scratch.  于是,我翻了个身,我的脖子象是套着一副马鞍;突然间又感到有点微微的抓伤。

Throwing aside the counterpane, there lay the tomahawk sleeping by the savage's side, as if it were a hatchet-faced baby.  我把被单扔在一边,看到这个野人身边还搁着那支烟斗斧,宛似一个尖脸的婴孩。

A pretty pickle, truly, thought I; abed here in a strange house in the broad day, with a cannibal and a tomahawk! Queequeg!-in the name of goodness, Queequeg, wake!  我心里想,这真教人哭笑不得;大白天里竟跟一个生番和一支烟斗斧睡在一间陌生的屋子里!魁魁格!...求求你,魁魁格,醒醒吧!

At length, by dint of much wriggling, and loud and incessant expostulations upon the unbecomingness of his hugging a fellow male in that matrimonial sort of style, I succeeded in extracting a grunt;  最后,由于他那样成亲式般搂着一个同性的猥亵相,我不由得不住大声叫嚷,身子扭来扭去,终于使得这个野人发出一阵阵唔唔声了;

and presently, he drew back his arm, shook himself all over like a Newfoundland dog just from the water, and sat up in bed, stiff as a pike-staff, looking at me,  他立即缩回了他的胳膊,周身抖得象只刚从水里出来的纽芬兰狗坐起来了,上身直挺挺,象支枪柄,一面尽盯着我,

and rubbing his eyes as if he did not altogether remember how I came to be there, though a dim consciousness of knowing something about me seemed slowly dawning over him.  一面擦着眼睛,仿佛他已完全记不起我怎么会在那里,不过,他似乎慢慢地明白过来,模糊地有点记起我了。