Bide ye the Wiccan Rede, ye must In perfect love and perfect trust.
Ye must live, and let to live, Fairly take, and fairly give.
Cast the circle thrice about, To keep all evil spirits out.
To bind the spell every time, Let the words be spoken in rhyme.
Be soft of eye, and light of touch. Speak ye little. Listen much. Deosil go by waxing moon, Chanting out the Wiccan rune.
Widdershins go by waning moon, Chanting out the baneful rune.
When the Lady's moon is new, Kiss the hand to her times two.
When the moon rides at her peak, Then your heart's desire seek.
When the wheel begins to turn, Let the Beltaine fires burn.
When the wheel has turned a Yule, Light the log. The Horned One rules.
Heed ye flower, bush, and tree, By the Lady, blessed be.
Where the flowing waters go, Cast a stone, the truth to know.
When ye have and hold a need, Hearken not to others' greed.
With a fool no season spend, Nor be counted as his friend.
Mind ye the three-fold law, ye should, Three times bad and three times good.
Merry meet and merry part, Bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Nine woods in the cauldron go, Burn them quick and burn them slow.
Elder be the Lady's tree, Burn it not or cursed ye'll be.
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 West, Departed spirits have no rest.
When the wind blows from the East, Expect the new and set the feast.
When misfortune is enow, Wear the blue star on thy brow.
True in love ye must ever be, Unless thy lover's false to thee.
Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill, An' ye harm none, do what ye will.
