In the heart of silence, where whispers sing,
Rumi’s words like lanterns softly swing.
Guiding souls through shadows and light,
His verses dance in the velvet night.

A mystic journey through fields of grace,
Where love unfolds in a warm embrace.
Each line a bridge to the infinite sea,
Where the self dissolves, and the spirit is free.

Through deserts vast and gardens lush,
His wisdom breathes in a gentle hush.
With every poem, a door swings wide,
To realms where the soul and universe collide.

In Rumi’s life, a tapestry spun,
Threads of longing, woven as one.
A timeless echo, a celestial call,
Beckoning all hearts to rise and fall.