Poppy, nor the juice of mandragora, nor all the sleeping potions in the world, could ever again restore to him that sweet rest which he had enjoyed but yesterday.

罂粟花，曼陀罗的汁液， 世界上所有的安药，都无法复昨日刚刚享受过的甜蜜睡。

In a hundred hours she had come to possess all the world's dark magic; the blinding belladonna, the caffein converting physical into nervous energy, the mandragora that imposes harmony.

在一百个小时里，拥有了世界上所有的黑暗魔法。令人眼花缭乱的颠茄，将身体转化为神能量的咖啡因，强加和谐的曼德拉戈拉。