Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
by Mary Elizabeth Frye
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 autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift 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.
不要站在我墓旁并垂泪
不要站在我的墓旁并垂泪,
我不在那里,我没有沉睡!
我是千缕风在拂吹,
我是雪上的钻石熠熠生辉。
我是那阳光,覆盖熟透的谷物,
我是秋天里,那温柔的细雨。
当你在早晨的静谧中醒来,
我是鸟儿急冲上天的匆快,
那些安静的鸟儿环绕而行。
我是夜间闪亮的星星。
不要站在我墓前并哀哭,
我不在那里,我没有死去!