Stinging and duelling are happier quests,
For to learn and inspire is a prize.
This prize beats the questions,
To ask the polite wonders is likely.
Tangents are drawn and a circle closes,
Trigonometry embraces me with zeal
As it encircles me and designs with me,
Like triangles of zebras and cows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem