O Lord of Inebriation,
merciful Dionysos Methydōtēs,
free me from this sober state
under which I have been suffering
for much too long; unfetter my mind,
give wings to my soul, make the world spin
and seem surreal and joyously absurd once again,
so that I may feel you, and know you,
and commune with you more fully
in this state of blissful intoxication,
my sweet Savior, Dionysos Methycharmōn.