There was a time I would reject those who were not of my faith.

But now, my heart has grown capable of taking on all forms.

It is a pasture for gazelles,
An abbey for monks.
A table for the Torah,
A temple for the idols Kaaba for the pilgrim.

My religion is love.

Whichever the route love’s caravan shall take,
That shall be the path of my faith.

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