Sublime Dionysos, source of pleasure,
irresistible god of sensation.
In drops of sweet red wine on mortal tongues,
in rhythm so strong our hearts beat in time,
in bliss with no thought of consequence,
in these we feel you, son of Semele.
Dionysos, deep well of ecstasy,
swiftly-moving impulse and languid grace,
your gift the sheer plunge of transformation,
we thank you for knowledge gained in madness,
for seeing through wild eyes, for ripped-raw nerves.
Dionysos, we praise and honor you.
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