FATIMA: How do you count your treasure, Kasimâone by one, With each small trinket weighed beneath the sun? KASIM: By fingers, by digitsâone by one it runs. FATIMA: And when your hoard grows great, enough to fill a chest? How then, dear Kasim, do you count the rest? KASIM: Ha! On palms, on handfulsâbundled best! FATIMA: And what of your poor brother, whose pockets hold but dust? How does he tally all his dreams and wanderings just? KASIM: (laughing) By foolish fanciesâwind and whim; in sleep, in trust! FATIMA: No, noââtis measures true you must employ, By buckets, by barrels, by casks that hold your joy! Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, by Veniamin Smekhov