In a town of Osroene

C. P. Cavafy

Bruised from a bar brawl they brought us
our friend Remon yesterday about midnight.
Through the windows we left wide open
lighted the moon his lovely body on the bed.
We are a hash here: Syrians, Greeks, Armenians, Medes.
Such is Remon too. But last night as the moon
lighted his charming face,
our thoughts turned to the Platonic Charmides.

[Written 1916; Published 1917]

Original Greek Poem