Golden dunes rise under burning sky
Ancient whispers call me passing by
Caravan of dreams on silk and sand
Mysteries of east in moonlight grand
Saffron winds through minarets fly
Where the desert meets the endless night
I follow stars that Persians knew
Through gardens where the roses grew
To Isfahan, to Persepolis old
A thousand tales in spice and gold
My journey ends where hearts begin
In the land where souls have always been