Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
不要在我的坟墓前哭泣，
我不在那里，我没有长眠。
我是劲吹的千风中，散落在皑皑的雪原。
我是温柔的秋雨，滋润金黄的麦田。
我是百鸟盘旋的黎明。我是点缀夜晚的群星。
我是绽放的百花中，妆点宁静的屋檐。
我是高歌的飞鸟，留存在美好的人间。
不要在我的坟墓前哭泣，我不在那里，我从不长眠。
Mary Elizabeth Frye