Thermopylae, poem by C.P. Cavafy

Honor to those who in their lives

have defined and guard Thermopylae.

Never stirring from duty;

just and upright in all their deeds,

yet with pity and compassion too;

generous when they are rich,

and when they are poor,

again a little generous,

again helping as much as they can;

always speaking the truth,

yet without hatred for those who lie.

And more honor is due to them

when they foresee (and many do foresee)

that Ephialtes will finally appear,

and that the Medes in the end will go through.