| I sing of ivy-crowned Dionysos, the roaring god, | |
| radiant son of Zeus and glorious Semele. | |
| Lovely nymphs, receiving him from his lord father, | |
| nursed him at their breasts and fostered him tenderly | |
| in Nysian valleys. He grew up in a fragrant cave, | |
| by his father’s will, counted among the immortals. | |
| When the goddesses had raised him, a god celebrated | |
| in so many hymns, he roamed through forest haunts, | |
| draped with ivy and laurel. The nymphs followed | |
| as he led the way: their loud cry filled the vast forest. | 10 |
| Rejoice, Dionysos, god of the plentiful grape! | |
| May we come again rejoicing to this season | |
| and from that season on, through the revolving years. | |