O beloved mystery which Orpheus revealed,
many-named and masked one,
you who bring release,
and the madness that saves,
may your grace be poured out
upon all who desire you,
and grant those who wish to know you
an awful revelation of your majesty.
Deliver us, when we draw near to you,
from coldness of heart, all manner of disruptions,
thoughts that wander, and a mind too full
of anxieties and imaginings to properly sense you.
With steadfast thoughts and kindled affections
may we worship you in truth,
and discover you in ecstasy,
Lord of the Labyrinth,
our God Dionysos,
the Starry Bull.