In the quiet of the night, a whisper calls,
Through the corridors of time, it softly falls.
The soul of Rumi dances in the breeze,
With ancient wisdom, it seeks to appease.

A melody of love, it gently spins,
In the heart’s deep well, it softly begins.
The echoes of a thousand dreams entwine,
In the soul’s pure light, they brightly shine.

Across the realms of thought, it wings its flight,
Through the shadows and the endless night.
A beacon of truth in the darkest hour,
Rumi’s soul, a radiant flower.

In every heart it plants a seed,
Of boundless love and the deepest need.
To find the truth in every breath,
And dance with joy beyond death.