"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 veena,
the veena of the notes of truth.'
Kabir (born around 1440)