Come now, muses and dryads

Come hither, oracles and naiads

To the twin peaked mountains, seen by those with sight

To the sacred gorges and springs lit by the light

Of holy Parnassus

Come rest and celebrate the Pythian lord

Who holds your love dearest

Who guards you with the golden sword

As you pluck olives, the sweat of Pallas

Hum the song of Apollo

Phoebus, son of Leto

Hail Apollo, ruler of the seat of Oracles, provider of Delphi. Hail Paean, radiant singer, Illuminator of lost truths. Hail Pride of Leto, giver of wisdom, who by the will of Zeus is supreme among the gods. Oh, Young bull who guards the fold... Come Paean, and let our melodies mix.