If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life br then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight br ---let me not forget for a moment, br let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams br and in my wakeful hours. br br As my days pass in the crowded market of this world br and my hands grow full with the daily profits, br let me ever feel that I have gained nothing br ---let me not forget for a moment, br let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams br and in my wakeful hours. br br When I sit by the roadside, tired and panting, br when I spread my bed low in the dust, br let me ever feel that the long journey is still before me br ---let me not forget a moment, br let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams br and in my wakeful hours.