In the silent whispers of the night,
Rumi’s heart takes flight,
Through the corridors of time,
Seeking the divine rhyme.

The stars above, a cosmic guide,
Reflecting the love he holds inside,
Each step a prayer, each breath a song,
In this dance of life where he belongs.

The world a tapestry of light and shade,
Where joy and sorrow serenely played,
Rumi’s pen, a beacon bright,
Illuminating the darkest night.

With every verse, a soul’s embrace,
Finding beauty in each sacred space,
His journey, a testament to love’s decree,
An eternal dance, wild and free.