They argued over a hundred,
Agreed on ten.
The women ached — anything but a scandal.
The rest will have to be sorted too,
The finale will decide it all.

Brothers gathered for a “scrap,”
Each dictates his own,
Defending his “dissertation,”
And learns something for himself.

Reaching the summit of truths
Is pleasing from on high to the Creator.
Grinding and smoke, flashes and sparks,
The bonfires of disputes — glory to Him.