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From the Homeric Hymns, Thelma Sargent Translator


Speak to me, Muse, of the son beloved of Hermes
Goat-footed, two-horned lover of noisy confusion,
Who cavorts through the woodland dells with the dancing nyphs-
They who lightly tred the steep rocky cliffs that are shunned
Even by goats,
Calling aloud to the shepherd god Pan,
Bright-haired and disheveled,
Who has for his share every snow- covered ridge
The towering summits of mountains,
and sheer rock-slabbed steeps.
Hither and thither through the dense thickets he wanders,
Now drawn from his course by gently murmuring streams,
Now clambering over high rocky cliffs,
Ascending thethe uttermost peak that stands watch over flocks as they graze.
Often he runs through the lofty white-shining mountains
And ofter over the slopes in the chase,
keen eyed and alert, Killing wild beasts.
Home from the hunt returning at evening
He sounds his lonely note,
playing sweet songs On his pipes of reed,
Not even that bird can surpass him in song
Who in blossoming springtime
pours forth her lament from leafy bower
Greiving in honey-sweet tones.
Then the clear-singing nymphs of the mountain
who wander the woodland lightfooted, with Pan
sing by a spring of black water,
And about the high peak of the mountain Echo resounds.
The God glides in and out in the dance,
On this side and that,
Now prancing on nimble hooves in the very midst of the chorus,
Wearing the tawney pelt of the lynx on his shoulders.
His heart exalting in musics shrill sweetness
there in the soft meadow
Where, tangled in grass, crocus and sweet smelling hyacinth
bloom intermingled
the Blessed Gods they chant
and lofty Olympus
and they sing of luck-bringing Hermes above all others:
How he as swift messenger serves all the Gods,
And how he arrives in Arcadia, land rich in fountains.
Mother of flocks
Where lies his sacred precinct Cyllene.
There though a God, he tended a flock of shaggy-fleeced sheep
In the hire of a mortal,
For tender longing came of a sudden upon him
and grew, to lie united in love
With the daughter of Dryops, nymph with beautiful tresses,
And he brought to pass the felicitous marriage.
Dryope bore in the women's halls of the palace a dear son to Hermes
From the beginning a marvelous sight to behold:
Goat footer, two horned, delighting in noice Gaily laughing.
The nurse, when she looked on his hideous fade, fully bearded,
Sprang up and fled from the baby, sorely afraid.
But luck-bringing Hermes, receiving his son at once
Took him into his arms, his heart filled with joy beyond measure,
And swiftly he went to the seat of the undying gods
With the child warmly wrapped
in the skins of mountain-bred hares,
And laid him down beside Zeus
and presented his son to the other immortals.
All the undying gods rejoiced in their hearts,
But Wild Dionysus beyond all the rest,
And they called him Pan, because he delighted all hearts.

Thus Lord, Farewell:
With my song may I please you
I will always remember you,
and with still more songs