Goodbye Once More to Cambridge
Xu Zhimo
Translation by Canaan Morse

Over blades of grass I’m leaving,
as over them I once came,
a slender hand privately waving
goodbye to this western plain.

Light falls from the tress of the willow
(a bride by the evening stream)
murmurs out in bright alloy the water
and through all the aisles of me.

while the childish algae that play
in the mud of the riverbed
duck from the current, wave me away
as a gift from the giver—

—and rise to a dream, the dream
of a rainbow, distilled from
the news of the wind in the green
fractured face of the spring by the elm;

For dreams? Bow a long elm pole
to pull slowly for a place of unthinkably bright;
load that, somehow, to the paint,
and sing as you drift through the night.

But—I have not that right,
my escape is the broken reed of farewell;
as some sympathy dims the cicadas and gloom
is described by the evening bell.

And under a shadow I’m leaving,
just as under a shadow I came.
The pale hand brushes silently, leaving
stray clouds on this autumnless plain.

            <p>再别康桥

作者: 徐志摩

轻轻的我走了，
正如我轻轻的来；
我轻轻的招手，
作别西天的云彩。
　
那河畔的金柳，
是夕阳中的新娘；
波光里的艳影，
在我的心头荡漾。
　
软泥上的青荇，
油油的在水底招摇；
在康河的柔波里，
我甘心做一条水草！
　
那榆荫下的一潭，
不是清泉，
是天上虹；
揉碎在浮藻间，
沉淀着彩虹似的梦。
　
寻梦？撑一支长篙，
向青草更青处漫溯；
满载一船星辉，
在星辉斑斓里放歌。
　
但我不能放歌，
悄悄是别离的笙箫；
夏虫也为我沉默，
沉默是今晚的康桥！
　
悄悄的我走了，
正如我悄悄的来；
我挥一挥衣袖，
不带走一片云彩。