O loudsounding Bakchepaian, grandson of Kadmos
who danced on the slopes of Kithairon by your grace
as if he was a young man again; you who did not just
restore the rock-mangled bodies of Ino and her precious
Melikertēs to life, but transformed them into divine protectors
of those at sea; I petition you Dionysos Iatros, come to the aid
of NN, your dear devotee, who continues to praise your most
excellent name through illness and grievous pains; please
demonstrate your magnificence and love of humanity
by granting them cessation of suffering, health, and wholeness.
I know that you can accomplish this, and other wonders beyond counting,
if you but will Sōtēr, so I beseech you to help NN, beloved Medōmethēs.