Pan once played upon their forefathers; and so, by the hands of his river, he still plays upon these later generations down all the valley of the Oise; and plays the same air, both sweet and shrill, to tell us of the beauty and the terror of the world.

潘神曾以它们的祖先为笛；如今，他借河流之手，仍吹奏着瓦兹河谷中这些后代，奏出同一支甜美而尖厉的曲调，诉说世界的美丽与可怖。