donot stand at my grave and weep, 
i am not there, i dontot 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 are 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.
donot stand at my grave and cry
i am not there; i did not die.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    