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If it is not my portion to meet thee in this my 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 for 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.
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| Gitanjali Poem no. 79 |
Summary
The lyric sounds the sorrow, depression and cry of separation. Tagore is sad at his misfortune that on this earth he can never meet his beloved the Almighty. The poet wants to make himself aware of the seperation. He says that he can't meet God in this earthly life so he should always feel the sorrow of seperation. He doesn't want to forget for a moment the pain ot distance. He doesn't want to forget the sorrow even in the midst of the profits he has made in life. The tears of separation will wash away his profit and he will feel empty hands. He feel that a long journey still lies ahead of him and this unrestful will always make him remember his fate of separation. Even on great occasion he feels within himself the pangs of seperation. The loud sound of laughter and flute makes him aware that he has not invited his beloved, the God.
Critical Analysis
The poet accepts that the union with the eternal one, the Almighty, Immanent will is impossible on the earth in the corporal form. He wants to remember this loss. He wishes not to forget this eternal aim of union. He feels that the joy of profit, success and laughter shouldn't dominate his everlasting aim of merging with the spiritual spirit. He wants to be aware of this huge loss amidst his everyday affairs so that the sensual pleasures may not dominate his liking for the spiritual bliss. He misses Him and wants to be there in his painful reminiscence.
Annotations
Portion: fate. Pangs: intense pain. Panting: breathing hard. Decked out: decorated.