P Sufenas Virius Lupus
With Daphnis his love he’d indulge
while the syrinx’s skill he’d divulge;
when boy was blinded
by nymph, reminded
was Pan of his passionate bulge.
Hermaphroditos was surprise
to the goat-god’s sex-addled eyes,
with breasts of Venus
but the male genus
Pan fled from those exquisite thighs.
With Herakles Pan, mistaken,
panicked, consumed with fear, shaken;
in Omphale’s dress
Pan’s plans were a mess
when hero’s arse wasn’t taken.
It seems very petty to gloat
(for one who’s not horny like goat)
with Pan — too willing
in lusts’ fulfilling —
if love’s just known in what I wrote.