One of Their Gods The Canon
Whenever one of Them would cross Seleucias
marketplace, around the time that evening falls
like some tall and flawlessly beautiful boy,
with the joy of incorruptibility in his eye,
with that dark and fragrant hair of his
the passersby would stare at him
and one would ask another if he knew him,
and if he were a Syrian Greek, or foreign.  But some,
whod paid him more attention as they watched,
understood, and would make way.
And as he disappeared beneath the arcades,
among the shadows and the evening lights,
making his way to the neighborhood that comes alive
only at nightthat life of revels and debauch,
of every known intoxication and lust
theyd wonder which of Them he really was
and for which of his suspect diversions
hed come down to walk Seleucias streets
from his Venerable, Sacrosanct Abode.

Translated by Daniel Mendelsohn

- Original Greek Poem

- Translation by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard

- Translation by George Valassopoulo