Rabindranath Tagore Short Poem in English

‘Let Me Not Forget’

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.