O Dionysos who leads the mystic thiasos
in the dance of deliverance,
who established distinct rites and customs
in different lands so that all of us
might worship you in the most suitable manner,
who sailed the wine-dark sea in search of Ariadnē,
who descended into the underworld to retrieve Semelē,
who suffered unspeakable indignities in the hope
that you might reach the hearts of your foes,
and reform them.
No distance can separate those you care for
from your love, O Insewn One.
Be with your Bacchants everywhere,
those who adore you,
those who go mad for you,
those who dance your dances,
those who sing your praises
and burn fragrant incense for you,
those who pass down your traditions,
those who search for you,
and all the rest,
whatever their lineage,
affiliations, theology, politics,
or how they conduct the rites,
so long as your precious name
is reverently upon their lips
often and ardently.
Dionysos, I pray,
wherever they go,
be their guide and companion,
let nothing harm them, and no
insurmountable difficulty oppose them.
Make all things turn out happily
and prosperously for them,
may health and vitality be theirs,
and may plentiful wine
and your all-surpassing bliss
be provided to these, your people,
both in this and the other world.