Set’s Lament

P Sufenas Virius Lupus

My brother’s bad eyesight
had led to me being feared, reviled.

But what of my wife,
how could she mistake him for me?

It was not anger at him,
but anger at myself for not being better,

for not being different,
for thinking too highly of him I admire.

Each day and night
when I stand guard in the barque

and I see the serpent
that attacks attempting to steal the sun

and I strike back
with pointed spear and am victorious

I slay in myself
what Typhon only dreamed of his anger.

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