Taking Leave of Cambridge Again——陈国华译

　　Softly I am leaving,

　　Just as softly as I came;

　　I softly wave goodbye

　　To the clouds in the western sky.

　　The golden willows by the riverside

　　Are young brides in the setting sun;

　　Their glittering reflections on the shimmering river

　　Keep undulating in my heart.

　　The green tapegrasss rooted in the soft mud

　　Sways leisurely in the water;

　　I am willing to be such a waterweed

　　In the gentle flow of the River Cam.

　　That pool in the shade of elm trees

　　Holds not clear spring water, but a rainbow

　　Crumpled in the midst of duckweeds,

　　Where rainbow-like dreams settle.

　　To seek a dream? Go punting with a long pole,

　　Upstream to where green grass is greeener,

　　With the punt laden with starlight,

　　And sing out loud in its radiance.

　　Yet now I cannot sing out loud,

　　Peace is my farewell music;

　　Even crickets are now silent for me,

　　For Cambridge this evening is silent.

　　Quietly I am leaving,

　　Just as quietly as I came;

　　Gently waving my sleeve,

　　I am not taking away a single cloud.