For my dear friend

For my dear friend passed away

Do not stand at her grave and cry.
She is not there, she does not sleep.
She is a thousand winds that blow,
She is the diamond glints in snow,
She is the sunlight and ripened grain.
She is the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
She is the swift upflinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
She is the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at her grave and cry,
She is not there, she did not die.

... 她沒有死，她隻改換了住處；
她在你心中常住，你這見到我而哭著的人
被愛者化身為愛人的靈魂