The Willow-Wren was twittering his thin little song, hidden himself in the dark selvedge of the river bank. Though it was past ten o’clock at night, the sky still clung to and retained some lingering skirts of light from the departed day; and the sullen heats of the torrid afternoon broke up and rolled away at the dispersing touch of the cool fingers of the short midsummer night. Mole lay stretched on the bank, still panting from the stress of the fierce day that had been cloudless from dawn to late sunset, and waited for his friend to return. He had been on the river with some companions, leaving the Water Rat free to keep a engagement of long standing with Otter; and he had come back to find the house dark and deserted, and no sign of Rat, who was doubtless keeping it up late with his old comrade. It was still too hot to think of staying indoors, so he lay on some cool dock-leaves, and thought over the past day and its doings, and how very good they all had been.
柳林鹪鹩躲在河岸边黑幽幽的树林里，唱着清脆的小曲。虽然已是晚十点过后，天光依旧留连不去，残留着白昼的余辉。午后酷热郁闷的暑气，在短短的仲夏夜清凉的手指触摸下，渐渐消散了。鼹鼠伸开四肢躺在河岸上，等着他的朋友回来。从天明到日落，天空万里无云，赤日炎炎，高温逼人，压得他到现在还气喘吁吁。他一直在河边和一些同伴游玩，让河鼠独自去水獭家赴一次安排已久的约会。他进屋时，看到屋里黑洞洞的，空无一人，不见河鼠的踪影。河鼠一定是和他的老伙伴呆在一起，迟迟不想回家。天气还太热，屋里呆不住，鼹鼠就躺在一些酸模叶子上，回味着这一天经历的种种事情，觉得特有意思。
The Rat’s light footfall was presently heard approaching over the parched grass. ‘O, the blessed coolness!’ he said, and sat down, gazing thoughtfully into the river, silent and pre-occupied.
过了一会，河鼠轻轻的脚步踏着晒干的草地由远而近。“啊，多凉快呀，太美了！”他说着坐了下来，若有所思地望着河水，一声不吭。
‘You stayed to supper, of course?’ said the Mole presently.
“你在那边吃过晚饭了吧？”鼹鼠问。
‘Simply had to,’ said the Rat. ‘They wouldn’t hear of my going before. You know how kind they always are. And they made things as jolly for me as ever they could, right up to the moment I left. But I felt a brute all the time, as it was clear to me they were very unhappy, though they tried to hide it. Mole, I’m afraid they’re in trouble. Little Portly is missing again; and you know what a lot his father thinks of him, though he never says much about it.’
“走不开呀，”河鼠说，“他们死活不放我走。你知道的，他们一向待人亲切，为我把一切都安排得周周到到，直到我离开为止。可我总觉得不是滋味，因为我看得出，尽管他们竭力掩盖，他们实际上很不开心。鼹鼠，他们恐怕是遇上麻烦了。小胖胖又丢了。你知道，他父亲是多么疼他，虽然他很少表示。”
‘What, that child?’ said the Mole lightly. ‘Well, suppose he is; why worry about it? He’s always straying off and getting lost, and turning up again; he’s so adventurous. But no harm ever happens to him. Everybody hereabouts knows him and likes him, just as they do old Otter, and you may be sure some animal or other will come across him and bring him back again all right. Why, we’ve found him ourselves, miles from Home, and quite self-possessed and cheerful!’
“什么？那个孩子吗？”鼹鼠不在意地说。“就算走丢了，又有什么可担心的？他老是出去，走丢了，过后又回来了；他大爱冒险啦。不过他还从没出过什么差池。这一带所有的居民都认识他，喜欢他，就像他们喜欢老水獭一样。总有一天，不知哪只动物会遇上他，把他送回家的。你只管放心好啦。你瞧，咱们自己不是还曾在好几哩以外找到过他，他还挺得意，玩得开心着哩！”
‘Yes; but this time it’s more serious,’ said the Rat gravely. ‘He’s been missing for some days now, and the Otters have hunted everywhere, high and low, without finding the slightest trace. And they’ve asked every animal, too, for miles around, and no one knows anything about him. Otter’s evidently more anxious than he’ll admit. I got out of him that young Portly hasn’t learnt to swim very well yet, and I can see he’s thinking of the weir. There’s a lot of water coming down still, considering the time of the year, and the place always had a fascination for the child. And then there are—well, traps and things—YOU know. Otter’s not the fellow to be nervous about any son of his before it’s time. And now he IS nervous. When I left, he came out with me—said he wanted some air, and talked about stretching his legs. But I could see it wasn’t that, so I drew him out and pumped him, and got it all from him at last. He was going to spend the night watching by the ford. You know the place where the old ford used to be, in by-gone days before they built the bridge?’
“不错，可这回问题更严重，”河鼠沉重地说。“他没露面已经许多天了，水獭夫妇到处找遍了，还是不见他的影子。他们也问过方圆几哩的每只动物，可都说不知道他的下落。水獭显然是急坏了，虽然他不肯承认这一点、我从他那儿知道，胖胖游泳还没学到家，看得出，他担心会在那座河坝上出事。这个季节，那儿还有大量的水流出来，而且，那地方总是让小孩子着迷的。而且，那儿还有——呃，陷阱呀什么的——这你也知道。水獭不是那号过早为儿子担心的人，可现在他已经感到惶惶不安了。我离开他家时，他送我出来，说是想透透空气。伸伸腿脚。可我看得出来，不是那么回事，所以我拉他出来。一个劲追问；终于让他吐露了实情。原来，他是要去渡口边过夜。那地方你知道吗？就是在那座桥建起以前，那个老渡口那儿？”
‘I know it well,’ said the Mole. ‘But why should Otter choose to watch there?’
“知道，而且很熟悉，”鼹鼠说，“不过水獭为什么单挑那地方去守着呢？”
‘Well, it seems that it was there he gave Portly his first swimming-lesson,’ continued the Rat. ‘From that shallow, gravelly spit near the bank. And it was there he used to teach him Fishing, and there young Portly caught his first fish, of which he was so very proud. The child loved the spot, and Otter thinks that if he came wandering back from wherever he is—if he IS anywhere by this time, poor little chap—he might make for the ford he was so fond of; or if he came across it he’d remember it well, and stop there and play, perhaps. So Otter goes there every night and watches—on the chance, you know, just on the chance!’
“嗯，像是因为那是他第一次教胖胖游泳的地方，”河鼠接着说。“那儿靠近河岸有一处浅水的沙嘴。那也是他经常教他钓鱼的地方。小胖胖的第一条鱼就是在那儿抓到的，为这他可得意哪。那孩子喜欢这地方，所以水獭想。要是那可怜的孩子还活着，在什么地方逛够了，他或许首先会回到他最喜欢的这个渡口来；要是他碰巧经过那里，想起这地方，他或许会停下来玩玩的。所以，水獭每晚都去那儿守候——抱着一线希望，只是一线希望！”
They were silent for a time, both thinking of the same thing—the lonely, heart-sore animal, crouched by the ford, watching and waiting, the long night through—on the chance.
他俩一时都沉默了，都在想着同样的心事——漫漫长夜里，那个孤独、忧伤的水獭，蹲在渡口边，守候着，等待着，只为了抱一线希望。
‘Well, well,’ said the Rat presently, ‘I suppose we ought to be thinking about turning in.’ But he never offered to move.
“得了，得了，”过了一会，河鼠说，“咱们该进屋睡觉了。”说归说，他却没有动弹。
‘Rat,’ said the Mole, ‘I simply can’t go and turn in, and go to sleep, and DO nothing, even though there doesn’t seem to be anything to be done. We’ll get the boat out, and paddle up stream. The moon will be up in an hour or so, and then we will search as well as we can— anyhow, it will be better than going to bed and doing NOTHING.’
“河鼠，”鼹鼠说，“不干点什么，我真没法回屋睡觉，虽说要干，像也没啥可干的。咱们干脆把船划出来，往上游去、再过个把钟头，月亮就升起来了，那时咱们就可以借着月光尽力搜索——起码，总比一事不干上床睡觉强呀。”
‘Just what I was thinking myself,’ said the Rat. ‘It’s not the sort of night for bed anyhow; and daybreak is not so very far off, and then we may pick up some news of him from early risers as we go along.’
“我也是这样想的、”河鼠说。“再说。这样的夜晚、也不是适合睡觉的夜晚。天很快就亮了，一路上，咱们还可以向早起的动物打听有关胖胖的消息。”
They got the boat out, and the Rat took the sculls, paddling with caution. Out in midstream, there was a clear, narrow track that faintly reflected the sky; but wherever shadows fell on the water from bank, bush, or tree, they were as solid to all appearance as the banks themselves, and the Mole had to steer with judgment accordingly. Dark and deserted as it was, the night was full of small noises, song and chatter and rustling, telling of the busy little population who were up and about, plying their trades and vocations through the night till sunshine should fall on them at last and send them off to their well-earned repose. The water’s own noises, too, were more apparent than by day, its gurglings and ‘cloops’ more unexpected and near at hand; and constantly they started at what seemed a sudden clear call from an actual articulate voice.
他们把船划出来，河鼠执桨，小心谨慎地划着。河心有一条狭长清亮的水流。隐隐反映出天空。但两岸的灌木或树丛投在水中的倒影。看上去却如同河岸一样坚实，因此鼹鼠在掌舵时就得相应地作出判断。河上虽然一片漆黑，杳无人迹．可夜空中还是充满了各种细小的声响，歌声、低语声、窸窸窣窣，表明那些忙碌的小动物还在活动。通宵干着他们各自的营生，直到初阳照到他们身上催他们回窝安息。河水本身的声音，也比白天来得响亮，那汩汩和“砰砰”声更显得突如其来，近在咫尺。时不时，会突然听到一声清晰的嗓音，把他们吓一跳。
The line of the horizon was clear and hard against the sky, and in one particular quarter it showed black against a silvery climbing phosphorescence that grew and grew. At last, over the rim of the waiting earth the moon lifted with slow majesty till it swung clear of the horizon and rode off, free of moorings; and once more they began to see surfaces—meadows wide-spread, and quiet gardens, and the river itself from bank to bank, all softly disclosed, all washed clean of mystery and terror, all radiant again as by day, but with a difference that was tremendous. Their old haunts greeted them again in other raiment, as if they had slipped away and put on this pure new apparel and come quietly back, smiling as they shyly waited to see if they would be recognised again under it.
地平线与天空泾渭分明；在一个特定地点，一片银色磷辉逐渐升高，扩大，衬得地平线格外黝黑。最后，在恭候已久的大地的边缘，月亮堂皇地徐徐升起，她摆脱了地平线，无羁无绊地悬在空中。这时，他们又看清了地面的一切——广阔的草地，幽静的花园，还有夹在两岸之间的整条河，全都柔和地展现在眼前，一扫神秘恐怖的色调，亮堂堂如同白昼，但又大大不同于白昼。他们常去的老地方，又在向他们打招呼，只是穿上了另一套衣裳，仿佛它们曾经偷偷溜走，换上一身皎洁的新装，又悄悄溜回来，含着微笑，羞怯地等着，看他们还认不认得出来。
Fastening their boat to a willow, the friends landed in this silent, silver kingdom, and patiently explored the hedges, the hollow trees, the runnels and their little culverts, the ditches and dry water-ways. Embarking again and crossing over, they worked their way up the stream in this manner, while the moon, serene and detached in a cloudless sky, did what she could, though so far off, to help them in their quest; till her hour came and she sank earthwards reluctantly, and left them, and mystery once more held field and river.
两个朋友把船系在一棵柳树上，上了岸，走进这静溢的银色王国，在树篱、树洞、隧道、暗渠、沟壑和干涸的河道里耐心搜寻。然后他们又登船，划到对岸去找。这样，他们来回划着，溯河而上。那轮皓月，静静地高悬在没云的夜空，尽管离得这样远，却尽力帮他们寻找。等到该退场的时辰到了，她才依依不舍地离开他们，沉入地下。神秘又一次笼罩了田野和河流。
Then a change began slowly to declare itself. The horizon became clearer, field and tree came more into sight, and somehow with a different look; the mystery began to drop away from them. A bird piped suddenly, and was still; and a light breeze sprang up and set the reeds and bulrushes rustling. Rat, who was in the stern of the boat, while Mole sculled, sat up suddenly and listened with a passionate intentness. Mole, who with gentle strokes was just keeping the boat moving while he scanned the banks with care, looked at him with curiosity.
然后，一种变化慢慢地出现，天边更加明朗。田野和树林更加清晰可辨，而且多少变了样子；笼罩在上面的神秘气氛开始退去。一只鸟突然鸣叫一声，跟着又悄无声息了。一阵轻风拂过，吹得芦苇和蒲草沙沙作响。鼹鼠在划桨，河鼠倚在船尾。他忽然坐直了身子，神情激动，聚精会神地侧耳倾听。鼹鼠轻轻地划着桨，让船缓缓向前移动，一面仔细审视着两岸。看到河鼠的那副神情，他不由好奇地望着他。
‘It’s gone!’ sighed the Rat, sinking back in his seat again. ‘So beautiful and strange and new. Since it was to end so soon, I almost wish I had never heard it. For it has roused a longing in me that is pain, and nothing seems worth while but just to hear that sound once more and go on listening to it for ever. No! There it is again!’ he cried, alert once more. Entranced, he was silent for a long space, spellbound.
“听不见啦！”河鼠叹了口气，又倒在座位上。“多美呀！多神奇呀！多新颖呀！可惜这么快就没了，倒不如压根儿没听见。这声音在我心里唤起了一种痛苦的渴望，恨不能再听到它，永远听下去，除了听它，别的什么似乎都没有意义了！它又来啦！”他喊道，又一次振奋起来。他听得入了迷，好半晌，不说一句话。
‘Now it passes on and I begin to lose it,’ he said presently. ‘O Mole! the beauty of it! The merry bubble and joy, the thin, clear, happy call of the distant piping! Such music I never dreamed of, and the call in it is stronger even than the music is sweet! Row on, Mole, row! For the music and the call must be for us.’
“声音又快没了，听不到了，”河鼠又说。”鼹鼠啊！它多美呀！远处那悠扬婉转的笛声，那纤细、清脆、欢快的呼唤！这样的音乐，我从来没有梦想过。音乐固然甜美，可那呼唤更加强烈！往前划，鼹鼠，划呀！那音乐和呼唤一定是冲着咱们来的！”
The Mole, greatly wondering, obeyed. ‘I hear nothing myself,’ he said, ‘but the wind playing in the reeds and rushes and osiers.’
鼹鼠非常惊讶，不过他还是听从了。他说，“我什么也没听到，除了芦苇、灯芯草和柳树里的风声。”
The Rat never answered, if indeed he heard. Rapt, transported, trembling, he was possessed in all his senses by this new divine thing that caught up his helpless soul and swung and dandled it, a powerless but happy infant in a strong sustaining grasp.
他的话，河鼠即便听到，也没回答。他心醉神迷，浑身颤栗，整个身心都被这件神奇的新鲜事物占有了。它用强有力的手。紧紧抓住了他的无力抗拒的心灵，摇着。抚着，像搂着一个柔弱但幸福的婴孩。
In silence Mole rowed steadily, and soon they came to a point where the river divided, a long backwater branching off to one side. With a slight movement of his head Rat, who had long dropped the rudder-lines, directed the rower to take the backwater. The creeping tide of light gained and gained, and now they could see the colour of the flowers that gemmed the water’s edge.
鼹鼠默默地划着船，不一会，他们来到了一处河道分岔的地方，一股长长的回水向一旁分流出去。河鼠早就放下了舵，这时，他把头轻轻一扬，示意鼹鼠向回水湾划去。天色将曙，他们已能辨别宝石般点缀着两岸的鲜花的颜色。
‘Clearer and nearer still,’ cried the Rat joyously. ‘Now you must surely hear it! Ah—at last—I see you do!’
“笛声越来越近，越来越清楚了，”河鼠欢喜地喊道。“这会儿你一定也听到了吧！啊哈！看得出来，你终于听到了！”
Breathless and transfixed the Mole stopped rowing as the liquid run of that glad piping broke on him like a wave, caught him up, and possessed him utterly. He saw the tears on his comrade’s cheeks, and bowed his head and understood. For a space they hung there, brushed by the purple loose-strife that fringed the bank; then the clear imperious summons that marched hand-in-hand with the intoxicating melody imposed its will on Mole, and mechanically he bent to his oars again. And the light grew steadily stronger, but no birds sang as they were wont to do at the approach of dawn; and but for the heavenly music all was marvellously still.
那流水般欢畅的笛声浪潮般向鼹鼠涌来。席卷了他，整个占有了他。他屏住呼吸，痴痴地坐着，忘掉了划桨。他看到了同伴脸颊上的泪，便理解地低下头去。有好一阵。他俩呆在那儿一动不动，任凭镶在河边的紫色珍珠草在他们身上拂来拂去。然后，伴随着醉人的旋律而来的，是又清晰又迫切的召唤，引得鼹鼠身不由己，又痴痴地俯身划起桨来。天更亮了，但是黎明时分照例听到的鸟鸣，却没有出现；除了那美妙的天籁，万物都静得出奇。
On either side of them, as they glided onwards, the rich meadow-grass seemed that morning of a freshness and a greenness unsurpassable. Never had they noticed the roses so vivid, the willow-herb so riotous, the meadow-sweet so odorous and pervading. Then the murmur of the approaching weir began to hold the air, and they felt a consciousness that they were nearing the end, whatever it might be, that surely awaited their expedition.
他们的船继续向前滑行，两岸大片丰美的草地，在那个早晨显得无比清新，无比青翠。他们从没见过这样鲜艳的玫瑰，这样丰茂的柳兰，这样芳香诱人的绣线菊。再往后，前面河坝的隆隆声已在空中轰鸣。他们预感到，远征的终点已经不远了。不管那是什么，它肯定正在迎候他们的到来。
A wide half-circle of foam and glinting lights and shining shoulders of green water, the great weir closed the backwater from bank to bank, troubled all the quiet surface with twirling eddies and floating foam-streaks, and deadened all other sounds with its solemn and soothing rumble. In midmost of the stream, embraced in the weir’s shimmering arm-spread, a small island lay anchored, fringed close with willow and silver birch and alder. Reserved, shy, but full of significance, it hid whatever it might hold behind a veil, keeping it till the hour should come, and, with the hour, those who were called and chosen.
一座大坝，从一岸到一岸，环抱着回水湾，形成一个宽阔明亮的半圆形绿色水坡。泡沫飞溅，波光粼粼，把平静的水面搅出无数的旋涡和带状的泡沫；它那庄严又亲切的隆隆声，盖过了所有别的声响。在大坝那闪光的臂膀环抱中，安卧着一个小岛，四周密密层层长着柳树、白桦和赤杨。它羞羞怯怯，隐而不露，但蕴意深长，用一层面纱把它要藏匿的东西遮盖起来，等待适当的时刻，才向那应召而来的客人坦露。
Slowly, but with no doubt or hesitation whatever, and in something of a solemn expectancy, the two animals passed through the broken tumultuous water and moored their boat at the flowery margin of the island. In silence they landed, and pushed through the blossom and scented herbage and undergrowth that led up to the level ground, till they stood on a little lawn of a marvellous green, set round with Nature’s own orchard-trees—crab-apple, wild cherry, and sloe.
两只动物怀着某种庄严的期待，毫不迟疑地把船划过那喧嚣动荡的水面，停舶在小岛鲜花似锦的岸边。他们悄悄上了岸，穿过花丛，芳香的野草和灌木林，踏上平地，来到一片绿油油的小草坪，草坪四周，环绕着大自然自己的果园——沙果树、野樱桃树、野刺李树。
‘This is the place of my song-dream, the place the music played to me,’ whispered the Rat, as if in a trance. ‘Here, in this holy place, here if anywhere, surely we shall find Him!’
“这是我的梦中歌曲之乡、是向我演奏的那首仙音之乡，”河鼠迷离恍惚地喃喃道。“要说在哪儿能找到‘他’，那就是在这块神圣的地方，我们将找到‘他’。”
