50 (the flute of the infinite)

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.

 

 

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85
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I HAVE PLAYED my flute along the path,
I have sung at thy gate.
I have offered my tunes before thy temple's outer screen
decorated with endless forms and colours.
Today have come to me from everywhere
the words that speak of the End.
They ask me to break the bond of the road,
to come to the farther shore of the pilgrimage
by crossing the endless refrain
of meetings and partings.
আরো দেখুন
6
 Verses
PLUCK THIS little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.
It may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by.
Though its colour he not deep and its smell he faint, use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.
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যে থাকে থাক্‌-না দ্বারে
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যে থাকে থাক্‌-না দ্বারে,
যে যাবি যা-না পারে।
          যদি ওই ভোরের পাখি
          তোরি নাম যায় রে ডাকি,
                    একা তুই চলে যা রে।
কুঁড়ি চায়, আঁধার রাতে
শিশিরের রসে মাতে।
          ফোটা ফুল চায় না নিশা,
          প্রাণে তার আলোর তৃষা,
                    কাঁদে সে অন্ধকারে।
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