In the gentle dance of stars above,
Whispers of Rumi’s endless love,
Guiding souls through night’s embrace,
Finding peace in a timeless space.
Hearts entwined in the mystic’s call,
As shadows dance upon the wall,
Words like rivers softly flow,
In dreams where only lovers go.
The moonlight weaves a silken thread,
Binding souls in what is said,
In every verse, a lover’s sigh,
In every tear, a night’s goodbye.
Through the veil of dawn’s first light,
Love’s eternal, endless flight,
Rumiâs words, a guiding flame,
In the heart, forever the same.