O Dionysos Chrēstotēs, whose mirror
reveals the proper nature of things,
and destroys distorted perceptions,
you who would have us lift our heads high,
unashamed of our imperfections,
and rightfully proud of our achievements,
I lift my soul to you this day,
though Šezbeth the deceiver would have me
cower like a small and timid creature
bound by heavy chains of self-hate,
my mind the plaything of the tormentor.
Guard my heart, I pray, from all delusion,
my thoughts from vain imaginings,
my lips from falsehood,
my hands from self-harm,
and my soul from wicked inclinations
and poisonous impieties,
O Dionysos, subduer of Šezbeth,
so that I might live a life of virtue,
serving my community and worshiping
what is divine in a spirit of joy and truth.