We Mourn With Thee
paraphrasing T'Pau of Vulcan
Lord Pan is my shepherd; I have all I need.
He lets me lie down in cool shade:
He leads me to the sweet waters.
He reinvigorates my spirit:
He guides me in the trods of the craft for His joy's sake.
Pan! As I dance the circle of life, death and rebirth,
l fear no evil: for You frolic with me;
Your rod, Your fertile staff comforts me.
Great Pan! You spread a feast for me and my companions:
You anoint my horns with patchouli oil;
my wine chalice overflows.
Surely Your laughter and music shall accompany me
all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in Arcadia
with You, Pan Megas, repeatedly.
As my will, so mote it be!