A new free book, Undying Voices: the poetry of Roman Britain, drawn from stone and other inscriptions…
May the wayfarer who
sees sixteen years-old
Hermes of Commagene,
hurled into this tomb by fate,
say: ‘Greetings, you, boy, from me:
though you crept not far ahead
in your mortal life, you hasted
as quickly as possible to
the land of the Cimmerian people.’
Neither will you lie [down here], for the boy was good,
and you will do him a good service [by walking on].
To the god who conceived
roads and paths:
Titus Irdas, guard of the governor
fulfilled his promise happily, gladly, deservedly.