Name: Anonymous 2013-02-20 2:22
Blissful Pæan, come,
You who are revered glorioulsy, Memphian,
Slayer of Tityus, God of health,
Lycorian Phœbus, fruitful source of wealth and happiness.
Spermatic, golden-lyred, patron of farmers,
Titanic, Grunian, Smynthian,
Slayer of Python, Delphian king:
Oracle, Wild, You who bring the Light, beloved
Glorious young Man, you who are the leader of the Muses,
leader of the Dance, Noble and lovely,
Far-darting, Archer, Bacchian, two-fold, bowman,
Loxian, pure,
You who took back Delos
whose light-producing eye
Views all within, and all beneath the sky,
You whose hair is gold, whose oracles and omens are clear and sustained,
Hear me entreating for the human kind
Hear my prayer, and be present with delightful heart;
For you survey all this boundless æther,
and you look the Abundant and blessed Earth from the above,
and in the darkness of the silent Night,
your eyes are the Stars,
You see the stable roots of the Earth, The world's wide bounds,
You are caring about all the source and the end,
You make everything Bloom!
It is thine all Nature's music to inspire,
With your various-sounding, harmonising lyre,
Now the last string You turn, to quiver in the sweet and single melody,
Divinely warbling now the highest chord;
The immortal golden lyre, now touched by thee,
Responsive yields a Dorian melody.
All Nature's tribes to thee their difference owe,
And changing seasons from thy music flow
Hence, mixed by thee in equal parts, advance
Summer and Winter in alternate dance,
This claims the highest, that the lowest string,
The Dorian measure tunes the lovely spring.
Hence by mankind, call you Pan, the two-horned God,
Emitting whistling winds through you,
Since to thy care and hands lies the Seal which stamps the world with forms of every kind.
Hear me, blessed power of the Blissful One, and in these rites rejoice with Me,
And save thy mystics with a suppliant voice.
You who are revered glorioulsy, Memphian,
Slayer of Tityus, God of health,
Lycorian Phœbus, fruitful source of wealth and happiness.
Spermatic, golden-lyred, patron of farmers,
Titanic, Grunian, Smynthian,
Slayer of Python, Delphian king:
Oracle, Wild, You who bring the Light, beloved
Glorious young Man, you who are the leader of the Muses,
leader of the Dance, Noble and lovely,
Far-darting, Archer, Bacchian, two-fold, bowman,
Loxian, pure,
You who took back Delos
whose light-producing eye
Views all within, and all beneath the sky,
You whose hair is gold, whose oracles and omens are clear and sustained,
Hear me entreating for the human kind
Hear my prayer, and be present with delightful heart;
For you survey all this boundless æther,
and you look the Abundant and blessed Earth from the above,
and in the darkness of the silent Night,
your eyes are the Stars,
You see the stable roots of the Earth, The world's wide bounds,
You are caring about all the source and the end,
You make everything Bloom!
It is thine all Nature's music to inspire,
With your various-sounding, harmonising lyre,
Now the last string You turn, to quiver in the sweet and single melody,
Divinely warbling now the highest chord;
The immortal golden lyre, now touched by thee,
Responsive yields a Dorian melody.
All Nature's tribes to thee their difference owe,
And changing seasons from thy music flow
Hence, mixed by thee in equal parts, advance
Summer and Winter in alternate dance,
This claims the highest, that the lowest string,
The Dorian measure tunes the lovely spring.
Hence by mankind, call you Pan, the two-horned God,
Emitting whistling winds through you,
Since to thy care and hands lies the Seal which stamps the world with forms of every kind.
Hear me, blessed power of the Blissful One, and in these rites rejoice with Me,
And save thy mystics with a suppliant voice.