I used to shun my companion if his religion was not like mine; but not my heart accepts every form. It is a pasturage for gazelles, a monastery for monkss, a temple of idols, a Ka'ba for the pilgrim, the tables of the Torah, the holy book of the Qur'an. Love alone is my religion, and whichever way its horses turn, that is my faith and creed.
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From Music of a Distant Drum, Bernard Lewis – Classical Arabic, Persian, Turkish and Hebrew Poems
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