Xu Zhimo - Cambridge Poem

Cambridge Poem

The poem is shown below. Many different English versions have been published under various titles; the one shown below has been circulating anonymously on the Internet since 2002.

再别康橋

輕輕的我走了,
正如我輕輕的來;
我輕輕的招手,
作別西天的雲彩。

那河畔的金柳,
是夕陽中的新娘;
波光裡的艷影,
在我的心頭蕩漾。

軟泥上的青荇,
油油地在水底招搖;
在康河的柔波裡,
我甘心做一條水草!

那榆蔭下的一潭,
不是清泉,是天上虹;
揉碎在浮藻間,
沉澱著彩虹似的夢。

尋夢?撐一支長篙,
向青草更青處漫溯;
滿載一船星輝,
在星輝斑斕裡放歌。

但我不能放歌,
悄悄是別離的笙簫;
夏蟲也為我沉默,
沉默是今晚的康橋!

悄悄的我走了,
正如我悄悄的來;
我揮一揮衣袖,
不帶走一片雲彩。

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 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 seek a dream? Just to pole a boat upstream,
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 cannot sing aloud,
Quietness is my farewell music;
Even summer insects keep silence for me,
Silent is Cambridge tonight!

Very quietly I take my leave,
As quietly as I came here;
Gently I flick my sleeves,
Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away.

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