Joyful Pan, thoughtless and free of burden,
feeling, sense and instinct are your guides.
In thick-grown woods shadowed in sunshine,
in trickles of reasonless fear in our bones,
in ceaseless dance, in distant music,
in these we feel your presence, O great Pan.
Wondrous Pan, passionate son of Hermes,
uncivilized friend of beast and wild spirit,
you know the worth of a moment of life.
We thank you for long nights spent all in love,
for fear and frenzy, for desperate flight.
O mighty Pan, we praise and honor you.
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