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 splendor of starlight. 
But I cannot sing aloud 
Quietness is my farewell music;
Even summer insects heap 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  

 
              