Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep

I just read this beautiful poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye so I wanted to share it with you. I tell people close to me that should I die tomorrow, not to cry because I have died happily. From a purely materialistic, physical point of view, there is really nothing more I want to do on this Earth. I have lived 20 lifetimes in one so I can ask for no more. Now is the time to concentrate on the inner part of my soul, the real me. So when the time comes I will be able to say the words of this poem:

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 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. 

In Italiano: 

“Non piangere sulla mia tomba,
Non sono lì; non dormo.
Sono mille venti che soffiano,
Sono i riflessi del diamante sulla neve,
Sono il sole sul grano maturo,
Sono la dolce pioggia autunnale.

Quando ti svegli nel silenzio del mattino
Sono la corsa rapida dei quieti uccelli
Che si levano a cerchio in volo.
Sono la morbida luce notturna delle stelle.
Non piangere sulla mia tomba,
Non sono lì; non sono morta.”