O Dionysos, God arrayed in a Hymnod’s white garb
and crowned with laurel as Leader of the Muses;
you who taught Thracian Charops mystic songs
and how to play the krotala and tympanon.
Dreamer, inspirer, exciter to frenzy, revealer;
I petition you — overcome my frustration,
and smash through any blockages within me,
so that the words I have stored up will gush forth
like an inundation of wine, like a firestorm of truth.
O Dionysos Melpomenios, you who loosen the tongue
and free the mind, guide my voice and shape my vision —
that what I write may breathe and live, and do honor
to you, my King.