Very quietly I take my leave As quietly as I came here；

　　Quietly I wave good-bye To the rosy¹ clouds in the western sky. The golden willows² by the riverside Are young brides in the setting sun；

　　Their reflections on the shimmering³ waves Always linger in the depth of my heart. The floating heart growing in the sludge Sways leisurely⁴ under the water；

　　In the gentle wave of Cambridge I would be a water plant！

　　That pool under the shade of elm trees Hold not water but the rainbow from the sky；

　　Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds Is the sediment⁵ of a rainbow-like dream？

徐志摩