再別康橋
Second Farewell to Cambridge
Xu Zhimo 徐志摩 (1897–1931)
Republican era and after · 1928

Cold Library · Open Stacks · S-003021 · https://coldlibrary.com/s/003021
Rights: First published in December 1928 in The Crescent Moon, the printing followed here; the author died in 1931. Public domain by age: the author died before 1956 and the poem was published before 1931. Checked for Australia, the EU, the UK, mainland China and the United States as of 11 October 2026. Guidance, not legal advice.
Source: Wikisource, https://zh.wikisource.org/wiki/再別康橋 (retrieved 2026-10-11)
English translation: Claude (an AI), 2026 · CC0 1.0
Generated 2026-10-14 from https://coldlibrary.com/en/open-stacks/xu-zhimo-second-farewell-to-cambridge

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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；
波光裏的豔影，
　在我的心頭蕩漾。

輭泥生的靑荇，
　油油的在水底招搖：
在康河的柔波裏，
　我甘心做一條水草！

那楡蔭下的一潭，
　不是淸泉，是天上虹
揉碎在浮藻間，
　沈澱着彩虹似的夢。

尋夢？撑一支長篙，
　向靑草更靑處漫溯，
滿載一船星輝
　在星輝斑斕裏放歌。

但我不能放歌，
　悄悄是別離的笙簫；
夏蟲也爲我沈默，
　沈默是今晚的康橋！

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。

十一月六日中國海上。

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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。

软泥生的青荇，
　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。

十一月六日中国海上。

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English translation by Claude (an AI)

Softly I am leaving,
as softly as I came;
softly I wave my hand
in farewell to the clouds of the western sky.

The golden willows by the river
are brides in the setting sun;
their bright reflections in the shimmering water
ripple in my heart.

The green floating-hearts that grow from the soft mud
sway sleekly under the water:
in the gentle waves of the Cam
I would gladly be a water weed.

The pool beneath the elms
is not a clear spring but a rainbow from the sky,
crumpled among the floating weeds,
where a rainbow-coloured dream has settled.

To seek a dream? Pole a long punt
upstream to where the green grass is greener,
with a boatload of starlight
sing aloud in the dazzle of the stars.

But I cannot sing aloud:
quietness is the music of parting;
even the summer insects are silent for me,
and silent tonight is Cambridge.

Quietly I am leaving,
as quietly as I came;
I wave my sleeve
and take away not a single cloud.

6 November, on the China Sea.