In the garden of mystic dreams, where silence sings,
A soul named Khusro dances with timeless grace,
His words, a river of light, in eternal springs,
Echoing whispers of love in the sacred space.

Under the moonlit sky, his pen weaves magic,
Stories of passion and divine embrace unfold,
A bridge between worlds, both celestial and tragic,
In the tapestry of time, his verses bold.

With a heart as vast as the endless skies,
Khusro’s melodies cast a gentle spell,
Uniting hearts, breaking all earthly ties,
In the realm of Sufis, his spirit dwells.

O poet, o sage, with your eternal song,
You guide the lost to a path of light,
In your words, we find where we belong,
A sanctuary of peace, in the darkest night.