In the garden of the heart, where silence blooms,
Rumi dances with the winds of destiny,
Whirling through the echoes of ancient tunes,
Finding light in shadows, setting souls free.
Through the corridors of love’s eternal flame,
He speaks of union beyond the earthly veil,
A tapestry woven with the threads of name,
A journey where love and wisdom prevail.
In the depths of night, when stars gently weep,
Rumi’s words paint the sky with ethereal grace,
Guiding lost souls through their dreams and sleep,
Embracing the universe in a tender embrace.
From the whispers of time, his voice still calls,
To seek the divine in every worldly strife,
In the dance of existence, where silence falls,
Rumi’s life unfolds, a testament to life.