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.

... 她没有死，她只改换了住处；
她在你心中常住，你这见到我而哭着的人
被爱者化身为爱人的灵魂