To Panpsyche and Panhyle on the twelfth of the month
You who shake butterfly wings and a swift spear,
Panpsyche, and you who lower your taurine horns
and shoot arrows, Panhyle, who have fought together,
hunted together, bathed together, brought forth
a child together, may my body and soul cleave together,
hunt together, love together, and bring forth love together,
love for all beings, even as you did, Panpsyche and Panhyle.