The Great Hymn to Dionysos, Bull-Horned Lord

I call upon ,
Bromios of the thunder-cry,
Dithyrambos, Twice-Born,
Eiraphiotes, hidden in the thigh of Zeus.

Child of Semele, flame-struck bride,
Yet deathless, for the Father bore you forth anew.
Zagreus once, torn in primordial rite,
Yet risen, unconquered, life from dismemberment.

Come, Bakcheios, ivy-crowned.
Come, Eleutherios, breaker of chains.
Come, Lysios, loosener of grief and binding law.
Come, Soter, whose wine is mercy.

Nyktelios, torch-bearing through the mountain night,
Leader of the mystic cry — Evoe!
Kathegemon of holy choruses,
Whose thyrsos strikes earth and makes it flower.

Taurokeros, Bull-Horned King,
Whose strength is fertile and terrible,
Whose lowing is thunder in the blood,
Whose power overcomes death by abundance.

Melanaigis, wearer of the black goatskin,
Lord of the sacrificed ram and he-goat,
From whose altar rose the goat-song,
And from goat-song, tragedy —
The sacred art of mortal suffering made divine.

Endendros, dwelling in the tree.
Dendrites, coursing in sap.
Ampelos, spirit of the vine’s dark coil.
Karpios, swelling fruit in heavy clusters.

You who are Iacchus in the sacred procession,
Cry of the Mysteries at Eleusis,
Companion of Demeter in hope beyond the grave,
Guide of souls through dissolution into renewal.

Friend of in the wild ravines,
Companion of pipes and echoing caves,
Lord of shepherd laughter and trembling nymphs —
Yet greater still, for even the wild obeys your frenzy.

You are gentle as Meilichios,
Terrible as Omestes,
Hidden as Erikryptos,
Revealed as Phanes in radiant bursting life.

Whether called Dionysos among the Hellenes,
Or among the sons of Rome,
Or Liber Pater in Latin prayer —
You are one.

God of dissolution and binding,
Of ecstasy and measure,
Of madness that shatters and madness that heals,
Of death that seeds rebirth.

Not mere wine —
But the mystery within fermentation:
Darkness transforming into fire,
Decay becoming intoxicated life.

Come, Basileus.
Come, Anax.
Come crowned in ivy and vine.

Stand in the circle of torches.
Accept the libation.
Sanctify the dance.

Grant us release without ruin,
Ecstasy without destruction,
Vision without delusion.

O Dionysos —
Life that cannot be extinguished,
God who dies and returns,
Lord of the Black Goat and the Golden Vine —

Be present.

Evoe.

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