I, Iases, lie here.
The young man renowned for beauty of this great city.
The very wise admired me,
and also the shallow common people.
I was pleased alike by both.
But by dint of the world's having me be a Narcissus and Hermes,
dissipation ravaged me, killed me.
Traveler, if you are an Alexandrian you will not condemn.
You know the rushing torrent of our life;
what ardor it has;
what supreme pleasure.
Cavafy