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.
不要在我的墳墓前哭泣，
我不在那裡，我沒有長眠。
我是勁吹的千風中，散落在皚皚的雪原。
我是溫柔的秋雨，滋潤金黃的麥田。
我是百鳥盤旋的黎明。我是點綴夜晚的群星。
我是綻放的百花中，妝點寧靜的屋檐。
我是高歌的飛鳥，留存在美好的人間。
不要在我的墳墓前哭泣，我不在那裡，我從不長眠。
Mary Elizabeth Frye