If I Could Know - Original By Rabindranath Tagore

If I could know my sorrow is for whom I would tell you I cry for whom. I stretch my hands for whom in vain I think of whom to get more pain As if I have sold everything Without getting a price or gain! I ask myself time and again Who is the one behind this pain? The thing that all call happiness I play it like a flute sometimes I don’t want it, the music says I don’t want it, the music prays!