The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.
Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.
老人消瘦憔悴，脖頸上有些很深的皺紋。腮幫上有些褐斑，那是太陽在熱帶海面上的反光所造成的良性面板病變。褐斑從他臉的兩側一直蔓延下去，他的雙手常用繩索拉大魚，留下了勒得很深的傷疤。但是這些傷疤中沒有一塊是新的。它們像無魚可打的沙漠中被侵蝕的地方一般古老。
他身上的一切都顯得古老，除了那雙眼睛，它們像海水一般藍，顯得喜洋洋而不服輸。
The old man was thin and gaunt with deep wrinkles in the back of his neck. The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.
Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.