I go to your door to pass time. We walk out together. In five-times prayer, I ask you to accept this homage, and please, to keep my body vibrant with new varieties of favors and the familiar pleasures too.

I don't always see the wonders around me. Sometimes in trouble, weary and sick of this life, I go to your door. No matter my mood, I go to you.

Bahauddin , The Drowned Book by Coleman Barks, John Moyne