A THOUSAND WINDS
    
    Do not stand at my grave and weep,
    I am not there, I do not sleep;
    
    I am a thousand winds that blow,
    I am the diamond glints on snow,
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
    I am the gentle autumns rain;
    
    When you awake in the morning hush,
    I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet in circled flight,
    I am the soft star that shines at night;
    
    Do not stand at my grave and cry,
    I am not there, I did not die......
    
    
    别在我坟前哭泣，
    我不在那里，我不曾睡去；
    
    
    我是风，
    是雪中闪耀的鉆石，
    是成熟稻谷上的阳光，
    是温和的秋雨；
    
    
    当你在静谧的清晨醒来，
    我是轻捷回旋的雨燕，
    在夜里，是散发柔光的星辰；
    
    
    别在我坟前哭泣，
    我不在那里，我并未死去......
    
    
    已逝的遥远往事绽露出瞬间的光亮，怀念流出时光掌握，干枯的花瓣散发出蜜语般的芳香，记忆的力量显示在回忆里，也显示在遗忘中......