50 (the flute of the infinite)


I.126. murali bajat akhand sadaye

 

THE FLUTE OF the Infinite is played without ceasing, and its sound is love:

When love renounces all limits, it reaches truth.

How widely the fragrance spreads! It has no end, nothing stands in its way.

The form of this melody is bright like a million suns: incomparably sounds the vina, the vina of the notes of truth.

 

 

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