Gitanjali

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.