The cradle-rocking and the song would cease simultaneously for a moment, and an exclamation at highest vocal pitch would take the place of the melody.
摇篮的摇动和歌声一起暂时停了下来,一阵高声尖叫代替了原先的曲调:

'God bless thy diment eyes! And thy waxen cheeks! And thy cherry mouth! And thy Cubit's thighs! And every bit o'thy blessed body!'
“上帝保佑你那钻石样的眼睛!保信你那凝脂样的粉脸!保佑你那樱桃样的小嘴!保佑你那小爱神样的双腿!保佑你有福的身体的每一处地方!”

After this invocation the rocking and the singing would recommence, and the 'Spotted Cow' proceed as before. So matters stood when Tess opened the door, and paused upon the mat within it surveying the scene.
这阵祈祷过后,摇篮的摇动和歌唱又开始了,《花斑母牛》这首小调也像先前一样唱起来。苔丝推开门,站在垫子上观察到的情景是这样的。

The interior, in spite of the melody, struck upon the girl's senses with an unspeakable dreariness. From the holiday gaieties of the field - the white gowns, the nosegays, the willow-wands, the whirling movements on the green, the flash of gentle sentiment towards the stranger - to the yellow melancholy of this one-candled spectacle, what a step! Besides the jar of contrast there came to her a chill self-reproach that she had not returned sooner, to help her mother in these domesticities, instead of indulging herself out-of-doors.
屋内尽管有唱歌的声音,但是苔丝却感到有一种说不出的凄凉。从田野里节日的欢乐——白色的长袍,一束束鲜花,垂柳的枝条,草地上旋转的舞步,对陌生人生出来的柔情——到一支蜡烛的昏黄暗淡的景象,这是多么巨大的差异啊!除了对比之下引起的不愉快而外,她在心里头还产生了一阵严厉的自我责备,怪自己没有早点回来帮助母亲做些家务事情,而一直在外面贪恋玩乐。

There stood her mother amid the group of children, as Tess had left her, hanging over the Monday washing-tub, which had now, as always, lingered on to the end of the week. Out of that tub had come the day before - Tess felt it with a dreadful sting of remorse - the very white frock upon her back which she had so carelessly greened about the skirt on the damping grass - which had been wrung up and ironed by her mother's own hands.
她的母亲站在一群孩子中间,同苔丝离开她时一样,正在洗一盆星期一就该洗的衣服,这盆衣服现在同往常一样,一直拖到周末了。昨天就在那只洗衣盆里——苔丝感到一阵后悔的可怕刺痛——就是她身上现在穿的这件白色袍子,她因为粗心在湿漉漉的草地上把它的下摆染绿了——它是由母亲亲手拧干和熨平的。

As usual, Mrs Durbeyfield was balanced on one foot beside the tub, the other being engaged in the aforesaid business of rocking her youngest child. The cradle-rockers had done hard duty for so many years, under the weight of so many children, on that flagstone floor, that they were worn nearly flat, in consequence of which a huge jerk accompanied each swing of the cot, flinging the baby from side to side like a weaver's shuttle, as Mrs Durbeyfield, excited by her song, trod the rocker with all the spring that was left in her after a long day's seething in the suds.
德北菲尔德太太像往常一样,一只脚站在洗衣盆旁,另一只脚正忙着刚才说过的事,就是不停地摇着最小的孩子。那个摇篮的摇轴经历过无数孩子的重压,在石板铺成的地板上已经辛辛苦苦地摇动了许多年,都差不多快要磨平了,因为摇篮的每一次摆动而引起的剧烈震动,都要把摇篮中的孩子像织布的梭子一样从一边抛到另一边。德北菲尔德太太在洗衣盆的泡沫里已经劳累一整天了,在她的歌声的激励下,用她身上剩余的力气踩着摇篮。