Beneath the vast moonlit sky,
Where whispers of the night softly sigh,
Rumi’s soul dances, pure and free,
In an eternal embrace with destiny.

The stars above, they watch in awe,
As love’s gentle breath begins to draw,
A tapestry woven with threads of gold,
Tales of passion, stories untold.

With every twirl, a dream takes flight,
Illuminated by the silvery light,
The world fades, leaving just the soul,
Entwined with love, perfectly whole.

In this sacred dance, hearts unite,
Transcending time, embracing the night,
Rumi’s essence, a beacon so bright,
Guiding lost souls to the dawn’s first light.