PagineThe flute of the Infinite is played without ceasing
by Kabir
Translated by Rabindranath Tagore (1915) · From Songs of Kabir, L
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.
This poem and this translation are in the public domain. Source text: Project Gutenberg.