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 floating heart 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 help 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.
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