Mojud

muralî bajat akhand sadâye

The poem
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.
Poet
Kabir
Source
Songs of Kabir (Rabindranath Tagore translation)
Rights
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