Glorious Pan of the Mountains and Fields,
I lift my arms in praise to You!

As I walk through the wilderness to commune with Thee,
The wind echoes the tunes You play all around me.
The Nymphs rejoice, and Dionysos applauds,
As You play, causing merriment, extacy and joy.

As I sit and ponder, alone and afraid,
I hear Your hooves rustling the leaves.
At that moment, I see You, the smile on Your face,
Reminds me I'm never alone.

As You approach me,
And sit by my side,
You embrace me and listen
What to You I confide.

Your arms are warm
And my fear-it subsides,
I'm comforted, I'm blessed,
My panic has died.

Pan, You are joyous,
Feared and adored.
I remember You always
Then, now, and before.

~Timotheos