Tomb of Iasis The Canon
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I, Iasis, lie here—the young man
famous for his good looks in this great city.
Men of learning admired me, so did simple, superficial people.
I took equal pleasure in both.
 
But from being considered so often a Narcissus and Hermes,
excess wore me out, killed me. Traveler,
if you’re an Alexandrian, you won’t blame me.
You know the pace of our life—its fever, its unsurpassable sensuality.

Translated by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard

(C.P. Cavafy, Collected Poems. Translated by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard. Edited by George Savidis. Revised Edition. Princeton University Press, 1992)

- Original Greek Poem