मुरली बाजत अखंड सदा से, तहां प्रेम झंकारा है प्रेम-हद तजी जब भाई, सत्त लोक की हद पुनि आई उठत सुगंध महा अधिकाई, जाको वार न पारा है कोटि भान राग को रूपा, बीन सत-धुन बजे अनूपा

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.