再别康桥

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;