On my tomb do not bewail
I am not there to slumber
I’m the million winds that blow
High at the zenith in the cloud
And I am the gold glint in the cloud
Shinning brighter than a diamond,
I am the sunlight glinting in the heart of the morning

And also I am springtime rain that falls
When you arouse in the glinting morning,
I am the hurrying winds walking in the dawn
Among millions in a circle flight,
I am the gentle moon angering the night
So on my tomb do not cry
Because I am not at that point
And besides I am still here