Iases here I lie. To whom this proud <br />City for youth and beauty gave much fame. <br />The learned wise admired me, and the crowd <br />Of simpletons. From both I had the same <br /> <br />Joy. But the Hermes and Narcissus fashion <br />Wasted and killed me. Traveller, you will not blame, <br />If Alexandrian. You know the passion <br />Of our life here, the pleasure and the flame.<br /><br />Constantine P. Cavafy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tomb-of-iases/
