As the pen began its first movement
It produced first word and speech.
When they raised the curtain of non-existence,
The first manifestation was word and speech.
Until the word gave voice to the heart,
The soul did not submit its free body to clay
As the pen began to move,
It opened the eyes of the world with its words.
Without speech the world has no voice,
They have said so much but the word has not diminished.
In the language of love, speech is our soul,
We are speech, these ruins are our palaces.
‘The Treasure of the House of Mysteries’ Nizami Ganjavi