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 floatingheart growing in the sludge  

Sways leisurely under the water;  

In the gentle waves of Cambridge  

I would be a water plant!