I fear that I always be a lonely number like root three

چند وقت پیش یه فیلم مزخرف درجه سه هالیوودی ( همان سخیف خودمان) دیدم به اسم Harold and Kumar escape from Guantanamo Bay. گرچه کلاً دیدن اینجور فیلم ها چیزی جز وقت تلف کردن نیست ولی سکانس آخر فیلم که پسر دانشجوی اهل ریاضیات فیلم یه شعر برای دختره میگه، دیالوگ های جالبی داشت که شاید ذکرشون اینجا خالی از لطف نباشه:

I fear that I always be a lonely number like root three.
A three is all that’s good and right
Why must my three keep out of sight?
Beneath a vicious square- root sign?
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick
With just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun as 1.7321
Such is my reality
A sad irrationality
When, hark, just what is this I see
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing
By together now we multiply to form a number we prefer rejoicing
As an integer we break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic words
Our square- root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed