My heart has become capable of every form:
it is a pasture for gazelles and a convent for Christian monks,
And a temple for idols,
and the pilgrim’s Ka’ba,
and the tables of the Tora and the book of the Koran.
I follow the religion of Love,
whichever way his camels take.
My religion and my faith is the true religion.
We have a pattern in Bishr,
the lover of Hind and her sister,
and in Qays and Lubna,
and in Mayya and Ghaylan.
Source: The Mystics of Islam, by Reynold A. Nicholson