He beheld knowledge with
marvel; confidently humble
“None could count nighttime’s
stars,” he would say
I bedeviled Euphrates:
“Your proverb is weak,”
“I’d count them, if they
shone during day”
All were students and teachers;
the experimental creators
In the embryo where
education was born
At the novel Academy;
before knowledge was common
Before the sheen of
intelligence was worn
Preferred by his tutor as
the gleaming pupil, he was,
Fascinated by Euphrates’
expression
His words were expressed
through words themselves,
It was words that were his
passion!
Words were new and few, and
few knew of literature
Fewer still could read or
write
For those who hail my
humble mind, it’s Euphrates,
Euphrates, who set literature alight!
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