two is equal to seven hundreds
smile O world of agony and laugh
a new math arrives over the lands
here is a new meaning for the staff
the multiplication rules of old
are now past over and over levels
after the kings comes a prince so cold
to set the children over the new hells
how can I add you might say
or how the division shall I do?
ask there, over the mounts of hay
surely the Barbaro know how to do
the cedar is crying alone in vain
lost in stories of numbers and its flow
tell me who shall rub its back again
Barbaro who made it so hollow?
but in my dreams I see that cedar
over the scorpions has the sharp stings
and the lying children along with the weather
flew over the hells of the springs
Taher Shemaly
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