Hear Now the words of the wishes,
The secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destiny's pathway,
That now we bring forth into light.
Mysterious water and fire,
The earth and the wide-ranging air,
By hidden quintessence we know them,
And will and keep silent and dare.
The birth and rebirth of all nature,
The passing of winter and spring,
We share with the life universal,
Rejoice in the magical ring.
Four times in the year the Great Sabbat
Returns, and the wishes are seen
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
On May Eve and old Halloween.
When day-time and night-time are equal,
When sun is at greatest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,
And Wishers gather in feast.
The power passed down through the ages,
Each time between woman and man,
Each century unto the other,
Before time and the ages began.
When drawn is the magical bathtub,
By sword or athame of power,
Its compass between two worlds lies,
In total relaxation that hour.
This world has no right then to know it,
And world of beyond will tell naught.
The grandest of wishes are invoked there,
The Great Work of magic is wrought.
For the two are mystical pillars,
That stand at the gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of nature,
The forms and the forces divine.
The dark and the light in succession,
The opposites each unto each,
Shown forth as masculine and feminine:
Of this our ancestors teach.
The master and mistress of magic,
That dwell in the depths of the mind,
Immortal and ever-renewing,
With power to free or to bind.
And Do What You Will be the challenge,
So be it Love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment.
By Magic of old, be it done!
My own rendition of Doreen Valiente's Creed