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I. 126. muralî bajat akhand sadâye

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.