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 ughter 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.
/泰戈尔
假如我今生无缘遇到你
就让我永远感到恨不相逢
让我念念不忘
让我在醒时梦中都怀带着这悲哀的苦痛