Let Me Not Forget
Rabindranath Tagore
1861 to 1941
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When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting,
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
let me ever feel that I have not invited thee to my house
and the laughter there is loud,
- let me not forget for a moment,
and in my wakeful hours.
- let me not forget for a moment,
- let me not forget a moment,
when I spread my bed low in the dust,
When my rooms have been decked out and the flutes sound
If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life
and in my wakeful hours.
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
- let me not forget for a moment,
let me ever feel that I have gained nothing
let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams
As my days pass in the crowded market of this world
then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight
and my hands grow full with the daily profits,
and in my wakeful hours.
and in my wakeful hours.
let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me