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 glint on snow,

I am the sunlight ripened grain,

I am the gentle morning rain.

And when you wake in the morning’s hush,

I am the sweet uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there, I did not die.

 

不要在我的墳前哭泣

我不在那，我未沉睡。

我已化身為千縷微風吹送，

我是雪堆上閃閃發光的鑽石，

我變作陽光下那豐收的穀物，

我身在柔和的早晨細雨中。

你從早晨的靜寂裡醒來，

我身在優美的急流

美麗的鳥兒在上盤旋。

我化為夜晚閃耀的星光。

別站在我的墳前哭泣，

我不在那，我還未離世。