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
