Dionysos of the vine, rich-tressed god of wine,
potent and lusty, unmixed, undiluted,
with full force you come to us, vital and robust,
rich and strong and surprisingly sweet. Dionysos,
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Ivy-bearing Dionysos, god of the green,
of the power of root on stone, the force of life
that will make its own way in spite of all who labor
to hold it back, no will or work can bind your might.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Dionysos of the deep earth, of the dark world,
of the unknown expanse beneath the black soil,
beneath solid stone, of mysteries you know much,
of death and of what lies beyond. God of secrets,
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Dionysos the inspiring, granter of words
of prose or poesy, words heard best by the drunken
and the mad, words forgotten with the passing
of night and delight. Bacchus, granter of rare transport,
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Dionysos Soter, holder of the hearts
of men, you free us from the cares of the world,
each brilliant frenzied moment a shining jewel,
each glimpse of the sacred more precious than gold.
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.

Kindly Dionysos, granter of good to men
and women, giver of gifts to all who seek
your blessing. Gracious Dionysos, accepter
of offerings great and small, friend of mankind,
I praise and honor you, I thank you for your blessings.