Hail great pan son of Herme and Dryope
Great lord of satyr and nymphs
Protector of nature lord of the forest
You who wonder between the woods
Played wonderfully your pipe
Hail great pan horned goat god
Who lived in caves and secret nets
Beloved to men and gods, oh great
Goat foot, majestic, divine pan
We call you now, your enslaved sons
To release us from the chains of misery
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