I must give the blossoms their heady scent
even in mouldering, their powers not spent
it can set free a mind and bewilder the heart
I am Pan, this is my all consuming art.

I must arouse the lovers and strengthen their passion
the world is made pure in this wanton fashion
let then be drenched in ravaged sweat
I am Pan, I am the place where dreams are met.

I must call the hart, the hare, the hound
to bring them close to safer ground
they need my vigilance and care,
I am Pan, all life is joy when I am there.

Don’t forget the elder gods.
Don’t forget the blessed trance.
Don’t forget the sacred dance.
I am Pan, the first and last.