In the garden of the soul, Rumi’s whispers flow,
Where silence speaks and secrets softly grow.
The winds of love, they sing his ancient song,
A melody of joy that carries hearts along.

Through valleys deep and mountains high, we soar,
Guided by the wisdom of his lore.
Each verse, a beacon in the darkest night,
Illuminating paths with purest light.

The universe within, a boundless sea,
Where love’s embrace sets every spirit free.
Rumi’s soul, a mirror to our own,
Reflecting truths that we have always known.

In every breath, his presence we can find,
A timeless guide, an ever-loving mind.
So let us dance, in harmony and grace,
With Rumi’s soul, in this sacred space.