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

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