Escrime

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 autumn’s 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.

不要站立在我的墓前且哭泣

不在那兒…

我並未睡著

而是呼揚為化千之風

於雪上盈耀的鑽石

煦照在熟美稻穗上的日光

是秋季柔柔的細雨

當你醒覺於靜默的晨間

我是褐雨燕

歡欣而迅馳飛翔

亦是

在天際環群飛行中

安靜的鳥兒

我是

夜晚明亮柔和之星

不要站立在我的墓前且哭泣

不在那兒…

我並未逝去