Bide ye Wiccan laws you must,
in perfect love and perfect trust.
Live ye must and let to live,
fairly take and fairly give
For the circle thrice about
to keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind ye spell well every time,
let the spell be spake in rhyme
Soft of eye and light of touch
speak ye little, listen much.
Dosil go by the waxing moon
chanting out ye baleful tune
When ye lady's moon is new,
kiss ye hand to her times two
When ye moon is at her peak,
Then ye hearts desire seek
Heed the North winds mighty gale
lock the door and trim the sail.
When the wind comes from the South
love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When the wind blows from the East
expect the new and set the feast.
Nine woods in the caldron go
burn them fast and burn them slow
Elder be ye Lady's tree
burn it not or cursed ye'll be
When the wheel begins to turn
soon ye beltane fires will burn
When the Wheel hath turned to Yule
light the log the Horned One rules.
Heed ye flowers, bush and tree
by the Lady blessed be
Where the rippling waters go
Cast a stone the truth ye'll know
When you have and hold a need
harken not to others greed.
With a fool no season spend
or be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and Merry part
bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind ye threefold law you should,
three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is enow,
wear the star above thy brow.
True in love must ye ever be,
lest thy love be false to thee.
These eight words the wiccan rede fulfill;
An harm ye none, do what ye will.
Hear now the word of the Witches,
the secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destinys pathway,
That now we bring forth in the light.
Myserious Water and Fire,
The Earth and the wide-ranging air,
By hidden Quintessence we know Them,
and we will keep silent and dare.
The birth and rebirth of Nature,
the passing of Winter and Spring,
Weshare with the life Universal,
rejoice in the Magical Ring
Four times a year the Great Sabbat, returns, and the Witches are seen,
At Lammas and Candlelas dancing,
on May Eve and old Halloween
When daytime and nighttime are equal,
when sun is at greatest and least,
The four lesser Sabbats are summoned,
again Witches gather in feast.
Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
thirteen is the Covens array,
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
for each a golden year and a day.
The power has passed down the ages,
each time between woman and man
Each century unto the other,
ere times and the ages began.
When drawn the Migickal circle,
by sword or athame of power,
Its compass between two worlds lies,
in the land of shades of that hour.
Our world has no right to know it,
and the world beyond will tell naught,
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
the great work of Magic is wrought.
For two are the mystical pillars,
that stand at the gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of Nature,
the forms and the forces divine.
And do what thou wilt be the challenge,
so be it in love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment,
By Magick of old be it done.
Eight words the Witches Creed fulfill:
"An it no harm, do as ye will."