Aleister Crowley
Hymn to Pan
Aleister Crowley
You tremble with sweet ardor in the light,
Man! My man!
Rush out of the night
Di Pan, Iò Pan!
I Pan! I Pan! Come across the sea
From Sicily and Arcadia!
Wandering like Bacchus, with the fauns
And leopards and nymphs and satyrs for guards
Come on the milk-colored donkey
To me, to me!
Come together with Apollo in wedding attire
(Shepherdess and Pythoness)!
Come together with Artemis, silky clod,
And wash your white thigh, O God
Beautiful, in the moon of the woods and above the mountain
Of marble, in the dawn of the amber source!
The purple of passionate prayer
Immerse your scarlet in the shrine,
In the crimson trap,
The soul that leaps upon opening its eyes
To see you filter through the tangle
Of the bushes, and with the twisted trunk
Of the living tree, soul and spirit,
Body and brain... Come across the sea
(Iò Pan! Iò Pan!)
Devil or god, to me, to me,
My man! my man!
Come with high-pitched trumpets
On the hill!
Come with the drums rolling darkly
From the fountain!
Come with the flute and the bagpipe!
Am I not mature?
I, who wait and who tremble and who fight
With the air that offers no green branches
Like a nest for my body
Tired of empty hugs,
Strong like a lion and like an asp
Snappy, come, oh, come!
I'm stunned
From solitary lust
Of the demonic.
You cut the hard stumps with your sword,
Devourer of everything and everything
Procreator: give me the sign
Of the Open Eye,
And the erect pledge of the hard thigh,
And the word of madness and mystery,
O Pan, I Pan!
I Pan! I'm Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan,
I'm a man.
Do what you will, as a god can do,
O Pan, I Pan!
I Pan! I'm Pan Pan! I'm awake
In the grip of the serpent.
The Eagle torments with claws and beak;
And the gods withdraw:
The great beasts are coming, Iò Pan! I was born
To die on the horn
Of the Unicorn.
I am Pan, I am Pan! I'm Pan Pan! Pan!
I am your partner and your man,
The goat of your flock, and gold and god,
Flesh on your bones, and flower
Of your rod. With steel hooves
I've been running on rocks since the solstice
Stubborn
At the equinox.
And I'm delirious, I rape and tear and rage
Eternally, world without end,
Mannequin, girl, nymph, man
In the strength of Pan,
I Pan! I'm Pan Pan! Pan! I Pan!
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