Our daily prayer ought to be: Please universe, help me help myself and help me show others how to help themselves.

You know how it goes:at some point in your life, you fell in love with someone and had a glimpse of God.Then you abandoned life and loverand started celebratingyour love for God.

I see them and they see me but the lovers — we recognise one another: there is light in our eyes.

Violinists wear the imprint on their necks with prideFor they are the players of harmony.Pilgrims, too, wear the imprint on their foreheads with prideFor they are the conductors of unity.And Lovers? Why, they are made humble by the imprint on their heartsFor they are merely the instruments of rhapsody.

Fall in love with me and I will immortalise you in my poetry. Fall in love with me and I will worship each of your lashes like Divinity. Fall in love with me and I will take you to the peak of explosive rapture daily. If you haven’t already, I dare you to fall in love with me.

Of course, I am religious.I worship love.

I will speak of love until you go mad and join me in my mad worship of love.