English
Number 12
The world was not yet here, nor mountain, nor plain;
no one to sow, no field to name.
Then a seed took hold and gave the land its shape,
and color sprang from the heart, and hues blossomed into being.
Number 12
Original · Persian
شمارهٔ ۱۲
نه گیتی بد هنوز نه کوشن و دشت
کما چهنام داری کومه می کشت
توم چهنام اما آورده بین بوم
اما رنک اج دل و والالوان رست