Firstborn Phanēs,
mighty Four-horned God,
Winged One who breathes wind and flame,
you are the light when all around is darkness,
you are the shining Star of the mysteries,
you are the Bull of Heaven who brings rain;
O Dionysos Nyktelios,
pour your illumination into our hearts.
When we cannot see the way before us,
may we continue to put our trust in you,
that under your guidance and protection
we may be kept from stumbling this day,
and through your guidance eventually find our way
to Mount Nysa, domain of orgiastic Iakchos,
and enter into our rest in that flowery meadow,
with the heroes and other blessed initiates
who have wine as their fortunate reward.
O Dionysos Nyktelios,
pour your illumination into our hearts.