|Aemilian, the Son of Monaes, of Alexandria, 628-655 A.D. ||The Canon
|My words, and my appearance, and my way,
shall fashion me an armour excellent; and so,
being from every fear and every weakness wholly free,
I shall confront the men who are on evil ends intent.
They shall desire to injure me. But who shall say
of all of those approaching me,
that I have wounds? or who of them shall know
which are the parts where I am vulnerable, —
beneath my panoply of lies unfathomable?
With boastful spirit, and in words resembling these,
ran thought and speech of young Aemilian, the son of Mónaes:
Did he, one wonders, ever have that armour made? —
Howbeit, he did not wear it long, for he was laid
at rest, in Sicily, at the age of twenty-seven.
|Translated by John Cavafy|
|(Poems by C. P. Cavafy. Translated, from the Greek, by J. C. Cavafy. Ikaros, 2003) |
|- Original Greek Poem
|- Translation by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard|
|- Translation by Stratis Haviaras|