In the whispers of the wind, he heard the call,
A journey through the heart, a rise and fall.
With every step, a lesson to unfold,
In the silence, stories of old.

Through desert sands and mystic dreams,
He sought the truth in flowing streams.
Beneath the stars, in the moon’s soft light,
He danced with shadows through the night.

Each moment a poem, each breath a song,
In the arms of love, where he belonged.
His soul a canvas, painted bright,
With colors of dawn, and depths of night.

In Rumi’s life, the dance goes on,
A timeless waltz to a divine song.
In every heart, his words still bloom,
A garden of wisdom, forever in bloom.