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 of snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn’s rain
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
I am So So Sorry. I will never forget your last look.
Your departure left a big vacuum in my heart.
As a father, I feel as if my own child is gone.
Why an old goat like me must live to see a young life like yours to be perished. Your departure is such a bitter sorrow.
Forgive us for our ignorance and sins.
Good bye my sweet child. Aram Bekhab dokhtare golam.
