In the garden of love, Rumi’s soul takes flight,
Through the endless night, he finds the light.
Whirling in the dance of the divine,
He draws the line between the mortal and the sublime.

His words, like rivers, flow with grace,
On the path of truth, he finds his place.
With every verse, a universe unfolds,
A story of love, in whispers told.

In the silence of the heart, he hears the call,
A symphony of love that embraces all.
Through the veil of life, he sees the truth,
In the dance of time, he finds his youth.

Eternal seeker, with a heart so pure,
In the arms of love, he finds the cure.
With Rumi’s words, our spirits rise,
To the infinite sky, beyond the lies.