Gitanjali — Song 79
Gitanjali — Song 79
Rabindranath Tagore
If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life then let me ever feel
that I have missed thy sight—let me not forget for a moment, let me
carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours.
As my days pass in the crowded market of this world and my hands grow
full with the daily profits, let me ever feel that I have gained
nothing—let me not forget for a moment, let me carry the pangs of this
sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours.
When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting, when I spread my bed low
in the dust, let me ever feel that the long journey is still before
me—let me not forget a moment, let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in
my dreams and in my wakeful hours.
When my rooms have been decked out and the flutes sound and the
laughter there is loud, let me ever feel that I have not invited thee
to my house—let me not forget for a moment, let me carry the pangs of
this sorrow in my dreams and in my wakeful hours.
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Complete 103-poem English Gitanjali, translated by the author and published in 1912. · Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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