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[Verse]
The desert wind whispers
Soft and low
Where the saints once wandered
Where rivers don’t flow
Under the moon’s pale
Watchful eye
A mendicant hums
His voice a sigh

[Prechorus]
In the dust
A rose will bloom
In the silence
A haunting tune

[Chorus]
Oh
Sufi legends
Carved in the sand
Miracles rising
From a weary hand
Oh
Sufi legends
In the heart they stay
Guiding the lost
Like the light of day

[Verse 2]
A shepherd sang of a saint’s kind gaze
Turning the wolves from their hungry ways
The river wept
Her banks did break
For love
For truth
For a wanderer’s sake

[Prechorus]
In the storm
A flame won’t die
In the dark
A truth will lie

[Chorus]
Oh
Sufi legends
Carved in the sand
Miracles rising
From a weary hand
Oh
Sufi legends
In the heart they stay
Guiding the lost
Like the light of day

Story
The Rose of Silence... Sufi Legends
At the edge of the Rub al-Khali Desert, where the sand sings and the wind murmurs forgotten verses, lived a dervish named Nizam, whose heart beat to the rhythm of the universe. He had no temple or master, only a white rose that bloomed in his chest whenever he meditated in silence.
It was said that Nizam was born from the dream of a poet, and that his soul contained fragments of fallen stars. Each night, he walked in circles under the moon, spinning like the planets, searching for the Voice that shapes the world.
One night, while dancing among the dunes, he heard a whisper that came not from the wind or the world:
"Truth is not found in words, but in the perfume left behind when the soul burns."
Following that invisible scent, Nizam came to a hidden oasis, where seven mirrors floated on the water. Each mirror showed a different version of himself: the child, the sage, the beggar, the king, the lover, the traitor, and the enlightened one. To cross the oasis, he had to embrace each one without judgment.
As he did so, the rose in his chest opened fully, and from it flowed a melody that made the palm trees weep. The oasis disappeared, and Nizam became the wind, traveling through the hearts of those who seek without knowing what they seek.

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