The Butterfly

I am a butterfly, all pleasure and purple, I am taken away in a great wind, In all careless ecstasy, A whirling wind of essence, the Breath of my God.

Oh my God, In glorious love-dance is this frenzy, Oh sweet children, Children of the night, let us take to Parnassus, I am of He who makes you crazy, the time is upon us once again, let us light the fires again, let us take to the dance of fury once again.

And so, as a butterfly caught in a whirl wind, We dance ! we dance, all pleasure and purple, Our fill of wine, of the grape, a star, Evoe Iacchus ! Evoe Bacchus ! Evoe Dionysos ! Breath us into your body, a glorious annihilation, Thou who art drunkenness of the innermost sense, Desire us, as we You, all pleasure and purple.