Classic Poem

O Thou most mighty, make me one with Thee, take me for Thy servant, Lord,
Pain, pleasure, wealth cling about the soul: the seven clutch it fast.
The mind is unstable, a thief and lawless: Bhakti has no place therein.
The Lord was gracious, He looked upon me: all else was weariness and set aside.
My Lover is Immortal: he is not born, he does not die: joyfully my union is accomplished.
Gulal says, Now am I wedded wife: there is no more coming, no more going.