In the whispers of the ancient winds,
Your words still dance, timeless and free,
Across the deserts and into the minds,
Of those who seek the mystic’s decree.

Your melodies, like rivers, flow,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
With every note, a seed you sow,
In hearts that embrace the mystic sky.

The nightingale sings in your voice,
A symphony of love and divine grace,
In your verses, we still rejoice,
Finding solace in your poetic embrace.

O Khusro, your legacy remains,
An eternal flame, undimmed, untamed,
In the realm of poetry, your name,
Lives on, revered, and forever acclaimed.