Bes’ Shrine Song

P Sufenas Virius Lupus

Though small, great am I,

driving fear away;

protecting households

each night and all day.

 

In Athens they know

my name most holy,

I am of such might

I save it solely.

 

I have kept the shrines

of gods from all taint,

I have made men mad

with no sex’s restraint.

 

On banks at Hir-Wer

in the Nile’s coursing

Antinous drowned

by fate’s sad forcing.

 

I gave him city

for memory’s sake,

I gave it my name

for a settler’s stake.

 

Therefore I will sing

my nightly refrain —

no trifling small thing

your offer of grain!

 

 

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