Sweet beloved Pan
If people only knew your joy, your love of freedom
You are not seperate from anything, your name meaning All
You are deeply embedded in life, Lord Pan
God of the wild, god of nature, god of the mountain wilds,
God of fields, groves and wooded glens, I invoke thee
God of fertility and spring
God of woodlands, no one knows you
But there are many who love you
Can we catch a glimpse of you Rustic Lord?
Cave of Pan, not worshipped in temples, you are worshiped in natural settings
Son of Hermes, the messenger, a trickster god
You are our Great Goat god
Together we are ancient, and we call upon ancient powers.
Help me climb the highest, craggiest mountains, with your expert hooves,
Those with wintry tops
You are a symbol of creation
Of enjoyable procreation, when each wants to take part
Make our bodies throb with power, with the sweetest of bliss
Pour water upon our organs
protector of animals,
Let us be wild together
Upon seeing you, Great God Pan, one is changed by your naturalness, you do not harm but help those with clear hearts
May people hear your pipes again sweet noble Pan,
Your music is the breath of the earth, the movement of soil.
It is you who has every right to ask forgiveness.