The Favor of Alexander Valas The Canon
Im not in the least put out that my chariot wheel broke
and I lost that silly race.
Ill drink great wines the whole night long,
lying among lovely roses. Antioch is all mine.
Im the most celebrated young man in town
Valas weakness, he simply adores me.
Youll see, tomorrow theyll say the race wasnt fair
(though if Id been crude enough to insist on it secretly,
the flatterers would have given first place even to my limping chariot).

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