Pan (text by Aleister Crowley, "Hymn To Pan")

ephrix erõti periarchés d' aneptoman 
iõ iõ pan pan 
õ pan pan aliplankte, kyllanias chionoktypoi 
petraias apo deirados phanéth, õ 
theõn choropoi anax 
SOPH. AJ. 

Thrill with lissome lust of the light, 
O man! My man! 
Come careering out of the night 
Of Pan! Io Pan! 
Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea 
From Sicily and from Arcady! 
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards 
And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards, 
On a milk-white [bad word]  come over the sea 
To me, to me, 
Come with Apollo in bridal dress 
(Shepherdess and pythoness) 
Come with Artemis, silken shod, 
And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God, 
In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount, 
The dimpled dawn of the amber fount! 
Dip the purple of passionate prayer 
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare, 
The soul that startles in eyes of blue 
To watch thy wantonness weeping through 
The tangled grove, the gnarled bole 
Of the living tree that is spirit and soul 
And body and brain --- come over the sea, 
(Io Pan! Io Pan!) 
Devil or god, to me, to me, 
My man! my man! 
Come with trumpets sounding shrill 
Over the hill! 
Come with drums low muttering 
From the spring! 
Come with flute and come with pipe! 
I not ripe? 
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle 
With air that hath no boughs to nestle 
My body, weary of empty clasp, 
Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp --- 
Come, O come! 
I am numb 
With the lonely lust of devildom. 
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter, 
All-devourer, all-begetter; 
Give me the sign of the Open Eye, 
And the token erect of thorny thigh, 
And the word of madness and mystery, 
O Pan! Io Pan! 
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan, 
I am a man: 
Do as thou wilt, as a great god can, 
O Pan! Io Pan! 
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake 
In the grip of the snake. 
The eagle slashes with beak and claw; 
The gods withdraw: 
The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne 
To death on the horn 
Of the Unicorn. 
I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! 
I am thy mate, I am thy man, 
Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god, 
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod. 
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks 
Through solstice stubborn to equinox. 
And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend 
Everlasting, world without end, 
Mannikin, maiden, Maenad, man, 
In the might of Pan. 
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!