再别康桥

悄悄的我走了，

正如我悄悄的来，

轻轻地我走了，

正如我轻轻地来；

我轻轻地招手，

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，是天上的虹，

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！

我挥一挥衣袖，

不带走一片云彩。

译本一：（Xu Jingcheng）

Farewell to Cambridge Again

Quietly I take my leave

Just as quietly I came,

Waving gently farewell

To the western clouds aflame.

The golden riverside willow

Is the bride at twilight;

Her reflection in waves

Ripples in my heart bright.

The green weeds on the sludge

Sway freely underwater;

In the soft waves of Cam Rill

To be a weed I’m eager.

The lake amid the elm shades

shakes no spring, but a sky rainbow,

Grinded into the floating weeds.

My rainbow-like dreams along go.

To quest dreams? Holding a long pole,

To greener grass I row upstream,

With stars shimmering in my boat.

Let’s sing loud in the starry gleam.

And yet I can’t sing aloud,

but flute farewell silence light;

For me summer insects keep silent,

As silent is Cambridge tonight.

Quietly I take my leave

Just as quietly I came;

Waving gently my sleeve,

To clouds I'll leave with no claim.

译本二（Edward Connynham）

On Leaving Cambridge Again

Quietly I leave,

Just as I quietly came;

I quietly wave,

Saying goodbye to the bright clouds of the western sky.

The river banks golden willows,

Like brides in a setting sun;

Beautiful shadows in bright waves.

Waving in my heart.

The soft mud’s green grasses,

Bright green, waving on the river bottom;

World I were a blade of water grass,

In the river Cam’s gentle waves.

That lake under the Elm shadow,

Not a clear fountain but a rainbow in heaven.

Twisted into floating weeds.

Precipitating rainbow dreams.

Dream searching? Push a long boat pole,

Upstream towards green grass and an even greener place.

A boat filled with starlight,

Let loose a song midst printed starlight.

But I cannot sing,

It is quiet like a parting Hsiao;

The summer insects are also quiet for me,

Cambridge tonight is silent.

Quietly I leave,

Just as I quietly came;

My sleeves are waving,

Not taking away a single cloud.