Classic Poem

My mind is drunk with covetousness.
It does not keep the road but goes astray.
Refusing amrit it feeds on poisonous fruits.
It leaves the house to wander in the jungles,
Does evil deeds and feels no shame.
To whom shall I complain? No words can tell my grief,
Its deeds are perverse and its body uncontrolled.
Says Gulal, I found the Sat Guru.
My mind I fettered and entered into rest.