I am tired forgive me God the Saver
If I stay behind the front-line ever
O God look at this heart
It is trembling in fear
O God forgive this sorrow forever
I am tired forgive me God the Saver
If I look back for my old time's sweetie
Forgive me God for my this poverty
Due to day's heat under the burning Sun
My garland of worship is drying up
O God forgive this dullness forever
I am tired forgive me God the Saver
O God look at this heart It is trembling in fear O God forgive this sorrow forever.......my garland of worship is drying.......... tagore and his expressions are very original and an indian mind will understand it better than any one in this world. you are one among them dear young poet. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
Tired so behind the frontilne.Beautiful, profound, Love it.1o