As I softly come by;
Silently I wave good-bye
To the clouds in the sky.
The golden willows by the river
Are brides in the sunset;
Their shadows reflect the flickering waves
Loiter in my heart.
The emerald grass growing from the soil
Sway lightly under the water;
In the gentle embrace of Cambridge
I would be a water grass!
The pond under the elm trees
Isn’t full of water but of rainbows from the sky;
Shattered among the duckweeds
Is this a dream about rainbows?
Finding dreams? Just poling a boat
Floating to a place of greener grass
Or to have load the boat with starlight
And singing under the brilliance of the starlight.
But I cannot sing
Silence is the music of my departure
Even the insects of the summer hush for me
Silent the Cambridge of tonight is!
Softly I leave
As softly as I arrived;
Gently I wave my sleeves
Not leaving even a wisp of a cloud