In the stillness of the night, where whispers softly weave,
The soul of Rumi dances, in dreams that we believe.
A candle in the darkness, a light that guides the way,
Through the realms of wonder, where spirit comes to play.

His words are threads of wisdom, spun from love’s pure grace,
Each verse a step to freedom, a path to heart’s embrace.
In every silent moment, his essence gently speaks,
Of unity and longing, the divine that each soul seeks.

The mystic’s soul is timeless, a river flowing free,
Through valleys of surrender, to oceans of decree.
In every breath a whisper, in every glance a sign,
The soul of Rumi beckons, to love that is divine.

So let your heart awaken, to the dance of endless skies,
Embrace the call of spirit, where true connection lies.
In the dance of Rumi’s soul, find solace, find your peace,
For in the mystic’s journey, all separations cease.