In the vast silence of a timeless desert,
Whispers of eternity echo through the sands,
Rumi’s heart, a beacon of light,
Guiding seekers to the sacred land.

A dance of dervishes beneath the moon,
Spiraling towards the stars above,
Each step a prayer, each turn a hymn,
In the language of universal love.

The soul’s journey, an endless quest,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Rumi’s words, a gentle compass,
Leading the lost towards the sky.

In the tapestry of life’s grand design,
His wisdom weaves a golden thread,
A reminder that love is the essence,
A truth on which all souls are fed.