In the garden of whispers where silence blooms,
The heart finds solace in shadows and light,
Rumi’s words dance like fireflies at dusk,
Illuminating paths of love’s gentle flight.

Amidst the stars, where dreams softly weave,
His love is a river, flowing deep and wide,
A tapestry of longing, woven with grace,
Guiding lost souls to the heart’s true tide.

In the tender embrace of the moon’s soft glow,
Rumi’s verses sing of passion’s gentle flame,
A symphony of echoes in the night’s embrace,
Where love’s eternal song calls out our name.

Through the veils of time, his spirit speaks,
A melody of love, pure and divine,
In every heartbeat, his whispers reside,
A timeless love, forever intertwined.