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.

-- Kabir

(in Songs of Kabir,

translated by Rabindranath Tagore

and Evelyn Underhill)