But, before Mr. Dimmesdale had done speaking, a light gleamed far and wide over all the muffled sky. It was doubtless caused by one of those meteors which the night-watcher may so often observe burning out to waste, in the vacant regions of the atmosphere. So powerful was its radiance, that it thoroughly illuminated the dense medium of cloud betwixt the sky and earth. The great vault brightened, like the dome of an immense lamp. It showed the familiar scene of the street, with the distinctness of mid-day, but also with the awfulness that is always imparted to familiar objects by an unaccustomed light. The wooden houses, with their jutting stories and quaint gable-peaks; the door-steps and thresholds, with the early grass springing up about them; the garden-plots, black with freshly turned earth; the wheel-track, little worn, and, even in the market-place, margined with green on either side all- were visible, but with a singularity of aspect that seemed to give another moral interpretation to the things of this world than they had ever borne before. And there stood the minister, with his hand over his heart; and Hester Prynne, with the embroidered letter glimmering on her bosom; and little Pearl, herself a symbol, and the connecting link between those two. They stood in the noon of that strange and solemn splendour, as if it were the light that is to reveal all secrets, and the daybreak that shall unite all who belong to one another.
但不等丁梅斯代尔先生把话讲完，乌云遮蔽的夜空上便远远地闪过一道宽阔的亮光。那无疑是一颗流星发出来的，守夜人可能经常看到这种流星在空旷的苍窜中燃成灰烬。它发散出的光辉十分强烈，把天地间浓厚的云层照得通明。那广漠的天穹变得雪亮，犹如一盏巨灯的圆顶。它就象白昼一般清晰地勾勒出街上熟悉的景色，但也乎添了那种由不寻常的光线照到熟悉的物体上总要产生的可怕印象。那些附有突出的楼层和古怪的角顶的木屋；那台阶和门槛，以、及周围早早破土而出的青草；那些覆着新翻出的黑土的园圃；那些有点发旧，甚至在市场一带两侧都长满了绿草的车道——这一切全都清晰可见，不过都露出一种独特的模样，似是给这些世上的事物一种前所未有的另一种道义上的解释。就在那儿，站着牧师，他一手捂着心口；还有海丝特，白兰，胸前闪着刺绣的字母；以及小珠儿，她本人就是一个象征着他同她之间连接的环节。他们三人站在亮如白昼的奇妙而肃穆的光辉里，似乎正是那光辉要揭示一切隐秘，而那白昼则要将所有相属的人结合在一起。

There was witchcraft in little Pearl's eyes; and her face, as she glanced upward at the minister, wore that naughty smile which made its expression frequently so elvish. She withdrew her hand from Mr. Dimmesdale's, and pointed across the street. But he clasped both his hands over his breast, and cast his eyes towards the zenith.
小珠儿的眼中闪着妖气，当她仰望牧师时，脸上带着那种调皮的微笑，使她的表情时常都是那么鬼精灵似的。她从牧师手中抽出手来，指着街道对面。但他紧握双手捂在胸前，抬眼眺望天顶。