To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
The unbeliever knows his Koran best.