what a coincidence! everytime I browse through this space of yours, I come across lines and poetry that I have also saved in my journal. These lines remain my favourite to date. Here is what I have, a slightly different translation of the original piece.

My heart has adopted every shape;
it has become a pasture for gazellas and
a convent for Christian monks,
A temple for idols and
a pilgrims Kabah,
the tables of a Torah and the pages of a Quran,
I follow the religion of love;
wherever love’s camel turn,
there love is my religion and my faith.