To Pan (feat. Erik Akopyan)

To Pan

Orphic Hymn

I Call strong Pan, the substance of the whole

Etherial, marine, earthly, general soul

Come, blessed Pan, whom rural haunts delight

Come, leaping, agile, wandering, starry light

The Hours and Seasons, wait your high command

And round your throne in graceful order stand

Goat-footed, horned, Bacchanalian Pan

Fanatic power, from whom the world began

Whose various parts by you inspired

Combine in endless dance and melody divine

In you a refuge from our fears we find

Those fears peculiar to the human kind

All-fertile Paean, heavenly splendor pure

In fruits rejoicing, and in caves obscure

The unwearied waters of the rolling sea

Profoundly spreading, yield to your decree

All nature's change through your protecting care

And all mankind you liberal bounties share

Come, Bacchanalian, blessed power draw near

Fanatic Pan, your humble suppliant hear

Propitious to these holy rites attend

And grant my life may meet a prosperous end

Drive panic Fury too, wherever found

From human kind, to earth's remotest bound