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"The Songs of Kabir", tr. by Rabindranath Tagore, intro. by Evelyn Underhill, [1915],
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I. 126. \"mural bajat akhaND sadye "
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 p. 97 a million suns: incomparably sounds the vina, the vina of the notes of truth.
"The Songs of Kabir", tr. by Rabindranath Tagore, intro. by Evelyn Underhill, [1915],
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I. 126. \"mural bajat akhaND sadye "
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 p. 97 a million suns: incomparably sounds the vina, the vina of the notes of truth.
