Donít send your little one to the physics college, New Newtons wonít appear any more. Thereís happed a slump in all the fields of knowledge - The scientists havenít ideas at all. The mathematicians have progress, frankly saying, But itís unable to give rise to your smile. This progress applies to the tests of games, and They also have one in the errorsí line. The mathematicians think only of computing aberrations and wrongs, The cyberneticists force the computers to compose verse, While the biologists attempt to grow the test-tube protein, And the philologists assay to know what Blokís parables mean... Pythagoras was sure that any problem Could be with logic theory made plain, While so respected presently Niels Bohr said That a true theory should be insane. Ye, Bohr, one day will answer for your business! Why have ye called a scientist yourself? A lot of youngsters lose the road listening To those whoís made leaders of themselves! The mathematicians think only of computing aberrations and wrongs, The cyberneticists force the computers to compose verse, While the biologists attempt to grow the test-tube protein, And the philologists assay to know what Blokís parables mean... Heredityís been owned by us since childhood, And we feel hurt, that our chromosomes, These precious, wondrous creatures, with no count, Decease, to no good purpose, in retorts. Right now the biologists are mournful, Theyíre outgalloped by the German ones - While they canít grow the protein till now, Their rivals nurse the fetus in a glass. The mathematicians think only of computing aberrations and wrongs, The cyberneticists force the computers to compose verse, While the biologists attempt to grow the test-tube protein, And the philologists assay to know what Blokís parables mean...
© Akbar Muhammad. Translation, 2017
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