Classic Poem

Where must I search, O my mother? Without the guide the secret's hid.
In searching searching life has wasted: none by searching showed me aught.
I searched in every path and habit, watched Jogi, Bairagi, Gusain.
Now my mind cries loud and louder, in this body save, O save me.
With ease is hope fulfilled, O Tulsi, when the Sat Guru shows the Unseen.