Aleister Crowley - Hymn to Pan

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. Electrify with lissome crave of the luminosity, O man! My man! Come careering out of the endlessly 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 withdraw-spotless ass, come over the sea To me, to me, Come with Apollo in conjugal rig out (Shepherdess and pythoness) Come with Artemis, silken shod, And embrocation thy spotless thigh, lovely God, In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount, The dimpled crack of dawn of the amber fount! Dip the purple of animated invocation In the crimson shrine, the scarlet springe, The woman that startles in eyes of unhappy To of thy wantonness weeping through The tangled grove, the lumpy bole Of the living tree that is life and woman And hull and genius — come over the sea, (Io Pan! Io Pan!) Mephistopheles or god, to me, to me, My man! my man! Come with trumpets sounding penetrating Over the hill! Come with drums low muttering From the beginning! Come with flute and come with pipe of peace! Am I not ripe? I, who be tabled and writhe and fight With air that hath no boughs to snuggle up My hull, frazzled of unfurnished secure, Determined as a lion and pointed as an asp — Come, O come! I am insensate With the lonesome crave of devildom. Ram the sword through the galling fetter, All-devourer, all-begetter; Stop me the enlist of the Expand Eye, And the put up of setigerous thigh, And the huddle of dementia and puzzle, O Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan, I am a man: Do as thou flag, as a excess god can, O Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am stir up In the perception of the betrayer. The eagle slashes with beak and claw; The gods depart: The excess beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne To undoing on the horn Of the Unicorn. I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! I am thy hubby, I am thy man, Goat of thy host, I am gold, I am god, Out to thy bone, blossom to thy rod. With hoofs of dagger I step on it on the rocks Through solstice pigheaded to equinox. And I rave; and I and I rip and I afflict Unceasing, the human step on it without end, Mannikin, maiden, Maenad, man, In the might of Pan. Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!