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while, suspended from a bough, the terrific lower jaw vibrated over all the devotees, like the hair-hung sword that so affrighted Damocles.
而那只掛在大樹枝上的、在一切皈依者頭頂顫動著的可怕的下顎，就象是把達摩克利茲嚇昏了的一發懸劍（達摩克利茲——古代敘拉古（在西西里東部）暴君代俄尼喜阿斯的佞臣，代俄尼喜阿斯不喜歡他老是說王者多福，于是用一發懸劍，命其坐下，使明帝王憂患。）。
It was a wondrous sight. The wood was green as mosses of the Icy Glen; the trees stood high and haughty, feeling their living sap; the industrious earth beneath was as a weaver's loom, with a gorgeous carpet on it, whereof the ground-vine tendrils formed the warp and woof, and the living flowers the figures. All the trees, with all their laden branches; all the shrubs, and ferns, and grasses; the message-carrying air; all these unceasingly were active. Through the lacings of the leaves, the great sun seemed a flying shuttle weaving the unwearied verdure. Oh, busy weaver! unseen weaver!—pause!—one word!— whither flows the fabric? what palace may it deck? wherefore all these ceaseless toilings? Speak, weaver!—stay thy hand!— but one single word with thee! Nay—the shuttle flies— the figures float from forth the loom; the fresher-rushing carpet for ever slides away.
這真是個奇景。樹林綠得象冰谷（冰谷——馬薩諸塞州斯托克必立奇附近的山洞。）里的苔蘚；樹木傲然屹立，使人感到它們生機勃勃；下面勤勉的大地好象是架織布機，機上蓋了一條漂亮的地氈，地上的葡萄藤蔓就是經緯線，而那些生氣蓬勃的花朵就是圖樣。所有的樹木，連同它們所有的累累的枝椏；還有那些灌木，羊齒植物，青草；那傳遞信息的微風；所有這一切都十分活躍。那只大太陽，透過葉邊看去，宛如一只飛梭，在織著那張織個不完的碧綠毯子。忙碌的織工呵！眼不能見的織工呵！——停一停——只說一句話！——織物跑到哪里去啦？它去裝飾什么宮殿了？所有這些不停不息的勞作都是為的什么呀？說呀，織工！——把手歇一歇！只要跟你說一句話就夠了！不——梭子在飛——圖樣不住地浮現在織機上；大水奔流似的地氈始終在悄悄地閃開去。
The weaver-god, he weaves; and by that weaving is he deafened, that he hears no mortal voice; and by that humming, we, too, who look on the loom are deafened; and only when we escape it shall we hear the thousand voices that speak through it. For even so it is in all material factories.
那個紡織之神，他織呀織的，織得他耳朵都聾了，聽不到人聲。那紡機的嗡嗡聲，弄得我們這些想著織機的人，耳朵也聾了；我們只有離開那織機，才聽得到織機里傳出來的無數的聲響。在一切制造物質的工廠里也正是這般情況。
