I.126. murali bajat akhand sadaye
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.

'HOW FAR are you from me, O Fruit?'
'I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.'

৮৩
জন্ম মোদের রাতের আঁধার
রহস্য হতে
দিনের আলোর সুমহত্তর
রহস্যস্রোতে॥