Sure-footed Pan, overwhelming force of abandon,
passion unbound and unfulfilled, lightning-swift.
Great god of Arcadia, dear son of Hermes,
mountain-dweller, friend of the venturesome nymphs,
companion of Dionysos, you play the pipes
sweetly, you leap and dance with grace and daring.
Worthy Pan, god of the wild land and the wild soul,
the sharp sheer edge of reason, I pray to you.
Pan, who sends fear with no basis, dread passing reason,
who seizes a soul or a host swiftly, simply,
whose presence brings rapture, whose touch inspires foresight,
O Pan, grant me your blessings, spare me your terrors.
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