The tenor made the song popular after performing it during the 57th NHK Kōhaku Uta Gassen on December 31, 2006. Although the album received little success, singers began to cover the song, among them, Japanese tenor Masafumi Akikawa. Japanese Singer-songwriter Man Arai translated this poem into Japanese and composed the song entitled " 千の風になって" (translation: "As A Thousand Winds"), and originally sung by Man Arai himself. Frye is near universally cited as the author, and her literary significance is based almost entirely upon it, but other sources, including traditional native American origins, have been suggested over the years. There is some ambiguity as to the poem's writer, and it was not published by Frye, although she was the only living person to credibly claim its authorship. The text soothes the addressee, reassuring of the deceased's presence everywhere in nature in both its message and its voice, and as such has become very popular poem, and a common reading for funerals. The girl's mother had died back in her homeland, but returning to pay her respects was not possible and Frye wrote the poem as part of her condolences. According to the most generally accepted theory, that of Frye's writing the poem, it was originally addressed to a German Jewish girl, a friend of the author. The poem addresses the reader/audience with the voice of a deceased person, invoking spiritual - but not specifically religious - imagery. Various versions exist but, with the bulk of the work being made up of a selection of images preceded by "I am.", the sense is largely the same. The poem is made up of six (or, sometimes eight) rhyming couplets. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I am in the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room.
I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. Her later confirmed version: Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. Do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. An early version, printed by others on postcards: Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there.
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