And the arrows of the golden-winged Eros did not escape the great Pan. He fell in love with the beautiful nymph Syringa. The nymph was proud and rejected the love of everyone. As for the daughter of Latona, the great Artemis, so for Syringa, hunting was a favorite pastime. Syringa was often even mistaken for Artemis, so beautiful was the young nymph in her short clothes, with a quiver over her shoulders and a bow in her hands. Like two drops of water, she then resembled Artemis, only her bow was made of horn, and not golden, like that of the great goddess.
Pan once saw Syringa and wanted to approach her. The nymph looked at Pan and fled in fear. Pan could barely keep up with her, trying to catch up with her. But the path was blocked by a river. Where should the nymph run? Siringa stretched out her hands to the river and began to pray to the god of the river to save her. The river god heeded the nymph's pleas and turned her into a reed. Pan ran up and wanted to hug Syringa, but he only hugged the flexible, quietly rustling reed. Pan stands, sighing sadly, and in the gentle rustling of the reeds he hears the farewell greetings of the beautiful Syringa. Pan cut several reeds and made a sweet-sounding pipe out of them, fastening the unequal ends of the reed with wax. Pan named the pipe Syringa in memory of the nymph. Since then, the great Pan loves to play the syringa pipe in the solitude of the forests, resounding with its gentle sounds in the surrounding mountains.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru