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 {p. 97} a million suns: incomparably sounds the vina, the vina of the notes of truth.