Taking Leave of Cambridge Again

September 20, 2013

By Xu Zhimo 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 tape grass 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 greener, 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. (6 November 1928) Translation from Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xu_Zhimo ccby   cambridge   d800