In the silence of the heart’s gentle fold,
Where whispers weave through shadows old,
The soul of Rumi dances, timeless and free,
In a realm where love’s essence longs to be.

Amidst the stars, in night’s embrace,
A longing flame begins its chase,
Guided by the moon’s gentle glow,
Into the depths where dreams softly flow.

Echoes of a love that never tires,
Fuel the soul with endless fires,
In every breath, a sacred sigh,
A dance of grace that never says goodbye.

Let the heart be wild, let it soar,
In the arms of love forevermore,
For in the soul of Rumi’s light,
Eternal love is born each night.