In Church The Canon
I love the Church — her angel heads with wings,
her silver vessels, the high taper-stands,
the lights, the pulpit, the grave images.
There — in one of the churches of the Greeks —
the atmosphere of fragrant incenses,
the measured voice liturgical that speaks,
and the liturgical voice symphonies;
the stately priests serving with solemn ease,
the gravely rhythmic movement of their hands,
the splendour of their vestments; all the things
inherent to the venerable place;
carry my thought to that imperialism —
to those great honours that befell our race
in its illustrious Byzantinism.

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 George Valassopoulo