Early morning breeze, gentle and cool, Whispers secrets to the awakened soul.
In the silence of dawn, the world at rest, Sufi soul find inspiration in its breast.

The rustling leaves and the chirping birds, In this sacred moment, they speak in words.

A symphony of nature, a divine song,
In the early morning, where hearts belong.

The mystic's heart, a vessel so pure,
In the dawn's embrace, it finds its cure.
Awakening to truth, in the morning's grace, Sufi souls journey to that sacred space.

With every breath, they draw nearer still, To the source of love, to the Creator's will.

In the early morning breeze, they find release, And in the Sufi's heart, there's inner peace.

So let the dawn be your guide and muse, In its quiet beauty, let your spirit choose, To dance with the wind, to sing with the trees, In the early morning breeze, set your soul free.
Sufi Musafir
Ajmer Sharif