For heaven's sake, Queequeg, get up and shake yourself; get up and have some supper. You'll starve; you'll kill yourself, Queequeg. But not a word did he reply.

魁魁格，你动一动吧，吃点饭，别糟踏自己了，你会死的，魁魁格！” 他好像什么也没听见，一动不动。

Despairing of him, therefore, I determined to go to bed and to sleep; and no doubt, before a great while, he would follow me.

算了，我自己先睡吧。

But previous to turning in, I took my heavy bearskin jacket, and threw it over him, as it promised to be a very cold night;

上床前，我把那件又沉又厚的熊度外套披在了他身上。

and he had nothing but his ordinary round jacket on. For some time, do all I would, I could not get into the faintest doze.

我吹了蜡，努力想让自己尽快地入睡，可怎么也睡不着。

I had blown out the candle; and the mere thought of Queequeg—not four feet off—sitting there in that uneasy position, stark alone in the cold and dark;

想想吧，和一个盘腿坐了一天的异教徒呆在这样冰冷的房间里，相距不超过四英尺，你怎么能睡着呢？！

this made me really wretched. Think of it; sleeping all night in the same room with a wide awake pagan on his hams in this dreary, unaccountable Ramadan!

最后总算朦胧入睡了，恍惚中醒来，天快亮了，魁魁格居然还坐在那儿，与昨天晚上毫无二致！

But somehow I dropped off at last, and knew nothing more till break of day; when, looking over the bedside, there squatted Queequeg, as if he had been screwed down to the floor.

阳光透过窗棂，射进了屋里。魁魁格动了！他挣扎着站起来，骨头节嘎吧嘎吧一个劲儿地响，他拐着腿走到床边，一脸的喜悦。