Bless paean and propitious to my prayer, illustrious pow'r of Memphian tribes revere
Slayer of Tityus, God of health, Lycorian Phoebus, fruitful source of wealth
Spermatic golden lyre the field from thee receives its constant rich fertility
Titanic, Grunian, Smythnian I sing, python destroying, hallowed

Delphian king, rural light bearer and the muse's head
Noble and lovely, armed with arrows dread
Far running, Bacchian, two-fold and divine
Pow'r far diffused, course oblique is thine

O Delian king, whose light-producing eye views all within and all beneath the sky
Whose locks are gold, whose oracles are sure, whose omens good reveals and precepts pure
Hear me entreating for the humankind, here, and be present with benignant mind
For you survey, this boundless aether all, and every part this

Terrestrial ball, abundant and blessed, thy piercing sight
Stands beneath the gloomy silent night, beyond the darkness a starry eye profound
The stable roots, deep fixed by thee are found
The world's wide bounds, all flourishing are thine

Thyself the source and the end divine
Tis thine all nature's music to inspire, with various sounding harmonizing lyre
Now the last string thou tunft to sweet accord, divinely warbling now
The highest chord, the immortal golden lyre

Now touched by thee receives a Dorian melody
Nature's tribes, to thee their difference owe
Changing seasons, from thy music flow
Hence mixed by thee, in equal parts advance

Summer and winter, in alternate dance
This claims the highest, and that the lowest string
The Dorian measure tunes to the lovely string
Hence by mankind, Pan royal, two horned named

Emitting whistling winds, through searing flame
Since to thy care, the figured seal's consigned
To stamp the world with forms of every kind
Hear me blessed power and in these rites rejoice

And save thy mystics with suppliant voice