A Garden Among the Flames
O Marvel, a garden among the flames!
My heart can take on any form: a meadow for gazelles, a cloister for monks,
For the idols, sacred ground, Ka’ba for the circling pilgrim, the tables of the Torah, the scrolls of the Qur’án.
I profess the religion of love; wherever its caravan turns along the way, that is the belief, the faith I keep.