Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again

Very quietly I take my leave
　As quietly as I came here;
　Quietly I wave good-bye
　To the rosy clouds in the western sky.

　The golden willows by the riverside
　Are young brides in the setting sun;
　Their reflections on the shimmering waves
　Always linger in the depth of my heart.

　The floatingheart growing in the sludge
　Sways leisurely under the water;
　In the gentle waves of Cambridge
　I would be a water plant!

　That pool under the shade of elm trees
　Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky;
　Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds
　Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream?

　To seek a dream? Just to pole a boat 　upstream
　To where the green grass is more verdant;
　Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight
　And sing aloud in the splendour of starlight.

　But I cannot sing aloud
　Quietness is my farewell music;
　Even summer insects heep silence for me
　Silent is Cambridge tonight!

　Very quietly I take my leave
　As quietly as I came here;
　Gently I flick my sleeves
　Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away