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BEYOND MEASURE SHE was a strapping young shepherdess who carried her foaming cans of fresh milk for sale in the town. On the way she passed her sweetheart's field. She would always stop there, and the two of them would sit under a spreading banyan tree talking fondly for a while. While leaving, she would fill his mug to the brim with the fresh, creamy milk. After selling the rest of the milk in town, she would return home.
Once a friend met her on the way home. “How much did you make out of your milk today?" she asked casually.
"Seven rupees,” she replied.
“And how much for what you gave to your sweetheartă" asked the friend.
"You don't expect me to count its value, do you? What's given out of love cannot be measured in terms.of money!” the young maiden replied with a tinkling laugh.
A sage who heard of this, remarked, “Then how can anyone ever measure the worth of God's love? It's beyond all weights and measures.”
