Come as you are

Come as you are, you are not delayed more. If the braid is had to you exhausted, if the ray of your hair is not straight, if the tapes of your bodice are not tied, what matters? Come as you are, you are not delayed more. Come, come soon, by the grass. If the dew makes slip the strap of your footwear, if in your ankles the bracelets of bells are half-opened, if they lose per them of your necklace, what matters? Come, come soon, by the grass. You do not see how clouds cover the sky? Flocks of storks rise to the distant spot, from the border, and furious gusts of wind hurry on the desert. The cattle, anxious, takes refuge in the stables. You do not see how clouds cover the sky? He is useless that you ignite the lamp for mirarte: it vacillates and the wind extinguishes it. Who can discover that you have not painted your eyelids with soot? Your eyes are darker than clouds of rain. He is useless that you ignite the lamp, is extinguished. Come as you are, you are not delayed more. What matters that your garland is not braided? It leaves your bracelet already, although it is not closed. The clouds darken the sky, and is late. Come as you are, you are not delayed more. Rabindranath Tagore

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