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

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Songs of Kabir
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore
Samuel Weisner, Inc.
York Beach, Maine, 1988