very quietly i take my leave,
as quietly as i came here;
quietly i wave goodbye
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 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 cann't sing aloud,
quieness is my farewell music;
even summer insects heap silence for me,
silent is cambridge tolight!
very quietly i take my leave, ,
as quietly as i come here;
gently i flick my sleeves ,
not even a wisp of cloud will i bring away.