What are we waiting for, gathered here in the agora?

The barbarians are supposed to show up today.

Why is there such indolence in the senate?

Why are the senators sitting around, making no laws?

Because the barbarians are supposed to show up today.

Why should the senators trouble themselves with laws?

When the barbarians arrive, they’ll do the legislating.

Why has our emperor risen so early this morning,

and why is he now enthroned at the city’s great gate,

sitting there in a state and wearing his crown?

Because the barbarians are supposed to show up today.

And the empror is waiting there to receive

their leader. He’s even had a parchment scroll

prepared as a tribute: its loaded with

all sorts of titles and high honors.

Why have our two consuls and preators turned up

today, resplendent in their red bricaded togas;

why are they wearing bracelets encrusted with amethysts,

and rings studded with brilliant, glittering emeralds;

why are they sporting those priceless canes,

the ones of finely-worked gold and silver?

Because the barbarians are supposed to show up today;

And such things really dazzle the barbarians.

Why don’t our illustrious speakers come out to speak

as they always do, to speak what’s on their minds?

Because the barbarians are supposed to show up today,

and they really can’t stand lofty oration and demagogy.

Why is everyone so suddenly ill at ease

and confused (just look how solemn their faces are)?

Why are the streets and the squares all at once empty,

as everyone heads for home, lost in their thoughts?

Because it’s night now, and the barbarians haven’t shown up.

And there are others, just back from the borderlands,

who claim that the barbarians no longer exist.

What in the world will we do without barbarians?

Those people would have been a solution, of sorts.

 

an imaginary scene by C.P. Cavafy (Alexandria April 29, 1863 – Alexandria April 29, 1933) suggesting Rome in decline – translated to English by Stratis Haviaras