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He held the line against his back and watched its slant in the water and the skiff moving steadily to the north-west.
他攥住了勒在背脊上的釣索，緊盯著它直往水中斜去，小船呢，不停地朝西北方駛去。
This will kill him, the old man thought. He can't do this forever. But four hours later the fish was still swimming steadily out to sea, towing the skiff, and the old man was still braced solidly with the line across his back.
這樣能叫它送命，老人想。它不能一直這樣干下去。然而過了四個鐘點，那魚照樣拖著這條小船，不停地向大海游去，老人呢，依然緊緊攥著勒在背脊上的釣索。
"It was noon when I hooked him," he said. "And I have never seen him."
“我是中午把它釣上的，”他說。“可我始終還沒見過它。”
He had pushed his straw hat hard down on his head before he hooked the fish and it was cutting his forehead. He was thirsty too and he got down on his knees and, being careful not to jerk on the line, moved as far into the bow as he could get and reached the water bottle with one hand. He opened it and drank a little. Then he rested against the bow. He rested sitting on the un-stepped mast and sail and tried not to think but only to endure.
他在釣上這魚以前，把草帽拉下，緊扣在腦瓜上，這時勒得他的腦門好痛。他還覺得口渴，就雙膝跪下，小心不讓扯動釣索，盡量朝船頭爬去，伸手去取水瓶。他打開瓶蓋，喝了一點兒，然后靠在船頭上休息。他坐在從桅座上拔下的繞著帆的桅桿上，竭力不去想什么，只顧熬下去。
Then he looked behind him and saw that no land was visible. That makes no difference, he thought. I can always come in on the glow from Havana. There are two more hours before the sun sets and maybe he will come up before that. If he doesn't maybe he will come up with the moon. If he does not do that maybe he will come up with the sunrise. I have no cramps and I feel strong. It is he that has the hook in his mouth. But what a fish to pull like that. He must have his mouth shut tight on the wire. I wish I could see him. I with I could see him only once to know what I have against me.
等他回顧背后時，一看陸地已沒有一絲蹤影了。這沒有關系，他想。我總能靠著哈瓦那的燈火回港的。太陽下去還有兩個鐘點，也許不到那時魚就會浮上來。如果它不上來，也許會隨著月出浮上來。如果它不這樣干，也許會隨著日出浮上來。我手腳沒有抽筋，我感到身強力壯。是它的嘴給釣住了啊。不過拉力這樣大，該是條多大的魚啊。它的嘴準是死死地咬住了鋼絲釣鉤。但愿能看到它。但愿能知道我這對手是什么樣兒的，哪怕只看一眼也好。
