In death they are gone from our side,
Do not fear, nor do not mourn nor worry.
They have left us, but yet are still with us,
Through all trials we face, through all joys we embrace.
They may not be manifest in body,
But their spirit lives on within us,
and beside us, always.
Remember that they love you,
And hate to see you cry.
Do not falter in life,
We are not alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can you try and write about something cheerful for a change? And by the way you've spelt grieving incorrectly.