Classic Poem

I am the Sat Guru's slave girl, the Immortal city is my home.
In my father's house I am troubled, oppressed with grief by day by night.
Parents, brother's wives and brothers, are a noose of love that holds me fast.
Illusion, lust in a snare have bound me, the destroyer of understanding haunts me.
Within my heart no peace abideth, fain would I dwell with the Beloved.
Send to bring me home thy escort, for my coming light the marriage torch.
Tulsi, from the Immortal Lover a bitter grief is separation.