the notes of Truth...

"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."



Kabir
Songs of Kabir, L
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
New York, The Macmillan Company, 1915, p. 96-97