Guest guest Posted February 4, 2008 Report Share Posted February 4, 2008 ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` ` 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 Translated by Rabindranath Tagore Samuel Weisner, Inc. York Beach, Maine, 1988 .. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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