From Hazarat Inayat Khan’s The Dance of the Soul (part of Ragas, pa147):

Let Thy wish become my desire

Let Thy will become my deed

Let Thy word become my speech, Beloved

And Thy love become my creed

Let my plant bring forth Thy flowers

Let my fruits produce Thy seed

Let my heart become Thy lute, Beloved

And my body Thy flute of reed.

and my ditty after this:

The battle is done

my heart is won

My Beloved and I

Sway as one

The battle is done

My heart is won

May my Beloved and I

Breathe as one.