Don’t send your little one to the physics college, There don’t appear Newtons any more. Has happed a slump in all the fields of knowledge— The scientists haven’t ideas at all. The mathematicians have progress, frankly saying, But it’s unable to give rise to your smile. This progress applies to the tests of games, and They also have one in the errors’ 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 Blok’s 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 who’s 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 Blok’s parables mean... Heredity’s 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, They’re outgalloped by the German ones— While they can’t 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 Blok’s parables mean...
© Akbar Muhammad. Translation, 2017
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