In the heart of Tabriz, the loom whispers in rhythm,Silken threads dance through woolen seas,A medallion blooms where quiet dreams gather,Its petals caught in an eternal breeze.The Mahi swims in a garden of secrets,Weaving stories of rivers and ancient trees.
Every knot is a verse of patience and memory, A prayer sealed in the lattice of red and gold.Borders entwine like vines of time and heritage,Guarding the tales the artisans told.
From dusk to dawn, the pattern unfoldsA song of desert twilight, silent yet bold. Upon this 6'10" by 10'1" expanse of art,Generations whisper through warp and weft.
Feet may wander, yet souls will linger,In the embrace of beauty carefully left.This Tabriz Mahi, in its flowing embrace,Holds the pulse of history, vibrant and deft.
