|Manuel Comnenus ||The Canon
|The emperor kyr Manuel Comnenus,
upon a melancholy September day,
felt that his end was near. The astrologers
(those who were paid a stipend at the court)
prated of many years still left to him.
While these, however, were discoursing, he —
remembering pious customs of the past —
sends to the monks and gets him from the cells
and puts them on rejoicing to present
the modest aspect of a priest or monk.
Happy are all they that reverently believe,
and, like the emperor kyr Manuel, end
apparelled in their faith decorously.
|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|