If it is not my portion to meet thee
in this my life then let me ever feel that
I have missed that sight – let me not forget for a
moment,let me carry the pangs of this sorrow
in my dreams and my wakeful hours.
As my days pass in the crowded market of this
world and my hands get full with the daily profits,
let me ever feel that I have gained nothing – let
me not forget for a moment tc.
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 for a moment tc.
When the langhters are loud,when the festive
nights are gay, when I fill my rooms with decorations
let me ever feel that I have not invited thee
to my house- let me not forget for a moment it.
পাতা:Original manuscript of Gitanjali - Rabindranath Tagore - Rothenstein collection.pdf/২৫
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